It is our nature not only to see
That the world is beautiful
But to stand in the dark, under the stars,
Or at noon, in the rainfall of light,
Frenzied,
Wringing our hands,
Half-mad, saying over and over:
What does it mean, that the world is beautiful—
What does it mean?
Mary Oliver: The Leaf and the Cloud
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