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Robert Graves



Tuesday, March 8, 2011

                                    You

          If from a mist over some foreign sea
            you spiral your Self into being,
            or in a field of daisies dance into life
            on the four leaves of a green clover
            or come from the bones of a great silver fish
            or as a raindrop falling
            on a place long rainless,
            whether you appear as liquid light
            in the eyes of an old man
            or emerge from a deep river bed,
            red clay kissing your fingers,
            whether from a mother’s soft belly
            or the belly of a huge round ship,
            I would know you
                though I might not read the text of your face
            I would surely know you.
   
            If in centuries beyond this time
            you take birth
                whatever body, whatever circumstance,
                whether in this place or far away,
                through a door hidden altogether from me,
            I will know you are here         or there,
            back
                beyond names, beyond language,
                beyond the shadows of reason.
   
            I will know
                and once again my heart will be glad
                you are.     

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