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THIS ONE SO LOVED
THIS ONE SO LOVED
This one so loved, this one so within herself failed to see: she
Knew not of the heart of others for hers was so pained. Her
Petals were closed like a young flower toward the evening.
No longer could she find succorance in human love; it would
Take a god to undeaden her; she was no longer a man’s
Possession nor did she resonate with the madrigals songs
Unlike sleeping beauty who would awaken with a kiss, this
One came into a new virginity and no longer wanted to be
Touched. This one so loved rejected the advances of love.
She was no longer the lady with raven hair; no longer had
The ardor and odor from the big brass bed; her sex was closed.
This one, at the apogee of ripeness, had death inside of her.
Even when the god appeared as her ultimate imago image, she
Could not recognize her complement. and turned her back. This
One so loved wanted disappearance in the unrecognizable all.
She loosened and let down her hair and dangled her arms in the
Cleansing rain and let go of the hundredfold vicissitudes into the
Earth. This one so loved finally rooted herself and felt others.
