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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (3223)	3/15/1999 8:49:00 PM
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No, deal...forever poetry and blackberry wine...and our mothers' knowing...so much.... [...my mothers little secret she already knows that we gather together for her cooking and her wine and she smiles....she hides the best for Christmas.] Parting with a view I don't reproach the spring for starting up again. I can't blame it for doing what it must year after year. I know that my grief will not stop the green. The grass blade may bend but only in the wind. It doesn't pain me to see that clumps of alders above the water have something to rustle with again. I take note of the fact that the shore of a certain lake is still -- as if you were living -- as lovely as before. I don't resent the view for its vista of a sun-dazzled bay. I am even able to imagine some non-us sitting at this moment on a fallen birch trunk. I respect their right to whisper, laugh, amd lapse into happy silence. I can even allow that they are bound by love and that he holds her with a living arm. Something freshly birdish starts rustling in the reeds. I sincerely want them to hear it. I don't require changes from the surf, now diligent, now sluggish, obeying not me. I expect nothing from the depths near the woods, first emerald, then sapphire, then black. There's one thing I won't agree to: my own return. The privilege of presence -- I give it up. I survived you by enough, and only by enough to complemplate from afar. Wislawa Szymborksa * * * * * St. Patrick's day...