Looking for the Diane Wakoski poem with the line: “Living life like a poem . . .”
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Looking for the Mary Oliver poem with the line: “When the thumb of pain (or fear) lifts . . .”
What lay on the road was no mere handful of snake. It was the copperhead at last, golden under the street lamp. I hope to see everything in this world before I die..When I moved a little, it turned and camped its eyes on mine; then it jerked toward me. ..My heart was pounding. I stood a while, listening to the small sounds of the woods and looking at the stars. After excitement we are so restful. When the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive.