The Secret

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who dont know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they had forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I cant find,

and for loving me
for the line that I wrote
and for forgetting it
so that

a thousands times, till death
find them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines

in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for

assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
-Denise Levertov

I love this poem :) As I was reading this I thought of the two little girls in a kindergarten class I would help out in. They were together as much as possible and every once in a while I would see them whispering and giggling to themselves like they knew a secret. I always wondered what their secret was, but never did I ask. After reading this poem I start to wonder if these girls had discovered the secret to life. I wonder if that secret is happiness? I'll continue to wonder till I too discover this secret :)