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The things that die

Do not die,

Or they die briefly

To be born again

In the Book.

Did you think

You would see

The loved one again

In this world

Or in some other?

No, that cannot happen.

But we have been

Gathering, all of us,

The scattered remnants

Of the loved one

Since the beginning.

In Egypt, the loved

One is not in the pyramids

But in the poem

Carved in stone

About the lover’s lips

And eyes.

In the igloo

The poem gathers

The dark hair of the beloved.

All the poems of the world

Have been gathering the beloved’s

Body against your loss.

Read in the Book. Open

Your eyes and your heart;

Open your voice.

The beloved

Is there and was never lost.