Monday, September 6

"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 thid 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.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi, you have no clue who i am, but i just want you to know that this poem was used in my 10th grade english class, it was just copied and pasted right out of your blog. so ya, good bye.

November 1, 2004 at 4:49 PM  

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