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| Denise Levertov |
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| The Secret | ||||
| Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who donīt 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 one week later, they have forgotten the secret, the line, the name of the poem, I love them for finding what I canīt 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. |
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