Dedication To M...
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Swing of the heart.
O firmly hung, fastened on what
Who, who gave you the push,
that you swung with me into the leaves?
How near I was to the exquisite fruits.
is the essence of this motion.
Only the nearness, only
toward the forever-too-high, all at once the possible
from an irresistibly swung-up-to place
--already, once again, lost--the new sight, the outlook.
And now: the commanded return
back and across and into equilbrium's arms.
Below, in between, hesitation, the pull of earth, the passage
through the turning-point of the heavy--, past it: and the
weighted with the heart's curiosity,
to the other side, opposite, upward.
Again how different, how new! How they envy each other
at the ends of the rope, these opposite halves of pleasure.
Or, shall I dare it: these quarters?--And include, since it
that other half-circle, the one whose impetus pushes the
I'm not just imagining it, as the mirror of my here-and-now
It will be
But from endpoint to endpoint
of the arc that I have most dared, I already fully possess it:
overflowings from me plunge over to it and fill it,
stretch it apart, almost.
And my own parting,
when the force that pushes me someday
stops, makes it all the more near.
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