The Red Poppy
The great thing
is not having
a mind.
Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me.
I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do.
I speak
because I am shattered.
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Louise Gluck
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