Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Epilogue by Denise Levertov


Epilogue

I thought 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.




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