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poetry · Item 366

A reason to turn the page

One touch made the ordinary feel royal—how can a single contact transfigure who we are?

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XVIII.

He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast. It was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I'm different from before, As if I breathed superior air, Or brushed a royal gown; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face transfigured now To tenderer renown.