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Mary Szybist

You must live for something, they say. People don’t live just to keep on living. But here is the quince tree, a sky bright and empty. Here there are blueberries, there is no need to not me. — Mary Szybist, from “Here There Are Blueberries,” Incarnadine: Poems. (Graywolf Press; First Edition edition February 5, 2013)

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