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That Love is all there is
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Lad of Athens, faithful be
To thyself,
And Mystery -
All the rest is Perjury -
Emily Dickinson
From something in the trees
looking down at me
or else an inexact sign
of a remote and artificial tenderness–
a woman who passes me
and who will not consider me–
things I have tried to take
with which to make something
like a toy for my children
and a story to be quietly forgotten.
Oh God, send me an omen
that I may remember more often.
Keep me, see to me,
let me look.
Being unsure, there is the fate
of doing nothing right.
Robert Creeley (1926-2005)
It was intentional.
White flutter and spiral –
ballerinas,
courtiers,
priests.
Then tack! the top one dove
and the bottom one
fell to the ground.
Big bees like transports
zoomed in and out.
And that was that:
precedence settled
among the butterflies.
