By Denise Levertov
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
I who don't know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me
(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even
what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,
the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can't find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that
a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines
in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for
assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Dear Poems
By Marion
Dear Poems:
You give me sustenance,
breath
heartbeat.
You give my life
color,
depth,
dimension.
You are, I know,
my raison d'etre &
my silence amidst
chaos
I love you.
6/29/08
