this is a poem that i read today and fell in love with.
this is not exactly what i mean
any more than the sun is the sun.
but how to mean more closely
if the sun shines but approximately?
what a world of awkwardness!
what hostile implements of sense!
perhaps this is as close a meaning
as perhaps becomes such knowing.
else i think the world and i
must live together as strangers and die--
a sour love, each doubtful whether
was ever a thing to love the other.
no, better for both to be nearly sure
each of each-- exactly where
exactly i and exactly the world
fail to meet by a moment, and a word.
by laura riding
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