Epilogue

I though I had found a swan
but it was a migrating snow-goose.

I thought I was linked invisibly to another's life
but I found myself more alone with him than without him.

I thought I had found a fire
but it was the play of light on bright stones.

I thought I was wounded to the core
but I was only bruised.

Denise Levertov "Life in the Forest" New Directions Publishing, 1978

Comments

Sherry said…
Lovely Terri, just lovely. Thank you.
Crimson Rambler said…
thanks, Terri. I like Levertov, very much, but that's one I didn't know.

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