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“Oh, my dear heart,
my own dear heart,
full of hesitations,
questions, choice of directions,
look at the world.
Behold the morning glory,
the meanest flower, the ragweed, the thistle.
Look at the grass.”
~Mary Oliver






This Is a Photograph of Me


It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;


then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.


In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.


(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.


I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.


It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion


but if you look long enough,
you will be able to see me.)

~ Margaret Atwood

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