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Only Once by Denise Levertov

All which, because it was

flame and song and granted us

joy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once, only; every initiation

did not begin

a series, a build-up: the marvelous
did happen in our lives, our stories
are not drab with its absence: but don't
expect now to return for more. Whatever more
there will be will be

unique as those were unique. Try

to acknowledge the next

song in its body-halo of flames as utterly

present, as now or never.