his beloved admiring in the mirror
herself, glowing with his love,
so I watch you secretly;
polish that mirror, so that
we may see each other in it
and laughing,
wonder whom we see.
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and looked into your mirror
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and when you wake,
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still moist upon
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what may I give to you,
ask of me what you may
I said to My Beloved,
O my dearest one,
give me whatever
may bring You closer to me
bring me closer to You
My Beloved said
Tell me O my dearest one
that I may give you that
which brings Me closer to you
I said to My Beloved
Send me pain and suffering
for when I cry out to You
then I am closest to you
O my dearest one
My Beloved said
I shall send you what you ask,
O my dearest one
It is called the world
and we two shall be one in it
and know it as our dream of love
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that only granmas knowher secret name she uses when she writes her poems.It’s ‘ananym’.You’ll need Webster for that.
Out of the cage
with a freedombeyond what you thought it to beinto the spaciousnesswhich was boundlessand a joywhich redefined itself day by dayaround a firm centrewhich was everywherefor Joanna
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When the heron’s cry
did the cliffs hear it?
One Two Three Four
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In the Hundred Acre Wood, agitation spread like one of those cold March winds that seem to be blowing in every direction at once. All the Animals were murmuring to each other, then to someone else, and rumour spread like blown dry leaves in an autumn gale..
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