by Marie Howe

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Even if I don't see it again -- nor ever feel it
I know it is -- and that if once it hailed me
it ever does--

and so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as toward a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn't -- I was blinded like that -- and swam
in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I'd die
from being loved like that.

-- from Saved by a Poem: The Transformative Power of Words, by Kim Rosen

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