Moira Poem by Phillis Levin
Moira
A day comes when nothing matters
And nothing will suffice.
The heart says: I cannot.
The soul says: I am not.
The window whose frame
Once held dawn
Gleams all night in desolation,
And the one tree
Untouched by blight
Offers a fruit you do not refuse,
An anguish impossible to conceive
Until this lucky day.
Weigh it in your hands, so heavy,
So light: is there more to wish for?
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