to mean ‘thinking back’
but memory is a dark mirror
all we can see are ghost-
pictures of ourselves unless
for a moment the mirror goes blank
at once we feel we have returned
to some awful or lovely place
not so much reflecting on it
as beholding it with our own eyes
stretched wide with amazement
and a kind of knowledge comes
that whatever we behold with love
or fear we become
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