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"Annunciation", by Marie Howe

My dear friend Brynna Hurwitz shared this poem with us yesterday, during my online afternoon class. Our mutual friend and teacher Liz Eisman shared it with us years ago in Portland, Oregon. I love how poetry flows like a river, nurturing whoever is there to be nurtured.


by Marie Howe

Even if I don't see it again -- nor ever feel it

I know it is -- and that if once it hailed me

it ever does--

And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction

not as toward a place, but it was a tilting

within myself,

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where

it isn't -- I was blinded like that -- and swam

in what shone at me

only able to endure it by being no one and so

specifically myself I thought I'd die

from being loved like that.

About Marie Howe: Wikipedia

My beloved sons. So much love.
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Beautiful, the mystery dawns on me slowly, then as if the mirror's light has shone into me - that's a marvellous image in the third tercet.


Thank you for your beautiful comment, glad that this resonates with you.

Susana Laborde-Blaj

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