From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn’t it? This isn’t a play ground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. And I say to my body: grow thinner still. And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. And I say to my heart: rave on. Mary Oliver was an old lesbian who died earlier this year. I think, in the poem above, she is (at least on one level) addressing life itself. She feels deep, interesting ambivalence toward some aspects of life. What seems difficult is maybe really beautiful; a difficult moment makes the poet more curious. (“I say to my body: grow thinner still....I say to my heart: rave on.”) Ambivalence is painful--it’s two strong emotions, in conflict--but it’s also a fact humming along through life. It’s nice to think of “diving in” to ambivalence,...