Inside with her secrets

The Secret

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.

 

 

I'm still busy doing projects, slowly coming back on flickr.

I hope you've all stayed safe and are well.

 

 

 

Done