The Secret
By: Denise Levertov
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me
(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even
what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,
the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that
a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines
in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for
assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
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Imitation 7
In The Know
By Natalie Frenette
Two little girls as innocent as flowers
They’ve got life figured out.
How are they so wise already?
I’m twice their age and size.
I’ve seen things they’ve never seen
Yet they’ve got life figured out.
They know the secret of life.
That’s what I’m told anyways.
The secret of life is within
Their favorite poem which I can’t name.
I wasn’t told the name.
Poem after poem, I tried to find it.
Nothing.
The secret of life was just for them.
No one else would be able to find it.
No one else could find it.
It was interpreted just for them.
Poetry with secrets, just for the girls.
Maybe that was the secret,
That there wasn’t a secret at all.
Either way, I would probably never know.
I was not in the know.
The two little girls that knew the secret of life
Would be the only ones to know it
Ever.
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