The poem ends with something like this :
"This face I turn up to you,
no one on earth has seen before"
The poem talks about (if I remember rightly), how we have double and triple selves within us. It is probably about 15 lines. I don't remember the title or the author.
I would very much appreciate if anyone can give me the entire poem.
Here you go:
I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of the blood
with headless heed and
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing
The source appears to be
within our twin and triple
the new face I turn up
no one else on earth
Post Edited (07-15-04 01:41)
Thank you so much. I have been looking for this poem for a while.
Just, yesterday I found this poetry archive. I think I am going to visit regularly now....