Poem September 1, 1980 Issue

You dawn on me

JOY DELL

Aha!
I thought you more than matter multiplied! ("Another name, another face for woe, some being that got born and then just died or will someday," my thoughtless thinking cried.)

But I had doubts about that mortal show!
What I first saw was really not the one
you are. To think I blindly misread so.
You must have thought I was a little slow.

For you're more like an angel in the sun
that came some distance, though I don't know when.
Or were you always here? The daughter/son
of Mind. Not ending, no, for not begun.

You dawn on me! I'll not be fooled again.
You are idea—you're Love's image, then.

JOY DELL

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