“It”
but doesn’t quite know it—
another experience, another
poem, another nanometer closer.
Then something she said gave the poet
away: “Most of the time I feel as if I’m
in
service of the poem,” she said; but not
until
she sees that “it” is in equal service of
her, will
she have “it,” and Jane will be whole and
complete.
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