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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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