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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Two Poems to the Beloved 

You have forgotten everything.

When the secret of secrets
how can you find words?

You have forgotten
except the shape
of the beloved’s
the touch of the
beloved’s kiss.

Dorothy Walters
November 12, 2007

Who Can Say?

There is a turning inward.

Who can say,
the rapture of the

What was once your beloved,
there, waiting for you,
so slender and pale,
now has no form
or name,
is only “the one,”
your secret of secrets.

Dorothy Walters
November 9, 2007

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