The SecretTwo girls discoverthe secret of lifein a sudden line ofpoetry.I who don't know thesecret wrotethe line. Theytold me(through a third person)they had found itbut not what it wasnot evenwhat line it was. No doubtby now, more than a weeklater, they have forgottenthe secret,the line, the name ofthe poem. I love themfor finding whatI can't find,and for loving mefor the line I wrote,and for forgetting itso thata thousand times, till deathfinds them, they maydiscover it again, in otherlinesin otherhappenings. And forwanting to know it,forassuming there issuch a secret, yes,for thatmost of all.
...for wanting to know it, for assuming there is such a secret... what a line, Levertov! I love those girls too, and for the same reason.