day 22 - the secret

sore throat, head cold, nasty watery eyes. i have not been sick in over 3 years and this month i had that stomach ick and now this. i am chugging the echinacia tea and zinc tablets - but dang, i feel horrible.

i have no brain to write tonight, fell asleep watching the office. trying for all i'm worth to put a couple of sentences together, but it's not happening.

i was moved by poetry today, two times. deeply moved. here's one of the poems that touched me:

THE SECRET

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,

and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.

here's denise levertov the poet reading her poem:


via Brain Pickings