3.30.2022
all at once, I knew
That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot.
The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound.
But all at once, I knew you loved me.
An unheard-of thing, love audible in water falling.
[
Robert Bly
{
1926-2021
} '
The Teapot
', from
Collected Poems
]
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