I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
— Mary Oliver
This is a late tribute to a glorious poet who died a week ago. There's no one who phrases things like she does and I strongly identify with the desire to be improbable beautiful.
Beauty comes automatically with being young. It's easy to see beauty in youth with its round freshness and glowing skin. Beauty in age and experience requires attention and depth of desire and effort and sometimes it comes in spite of itself. Through improbability.
But improbable beauty is always worth the effort.