When the mothers leave,
what are we supposed to do?
I have rented light,
but all that’s left is a search-
light shining in the
wrong country. What happens to
those raindrops now that
someone has seen them?
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I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
by Denise Levertov
Though the road turn at last
to death's ordinary door,
and we knock there, ready
to enter and it opens
easily for us,
yet
all the long journey
we shall have gone in chains,