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Thirteen Ways of Looking at Her Soul
1
Among twenty million bustling pedestrians,
The only moving thing
Was the pitter-patter of Her heart.
2
She was of three minds,
Like a dream
In which there are three souls.
3
Her soul twisted and twirled in the darkness.
It was a small part of the pandemonium.
4
A heart and a brain
Are one.
A heart and a brain and Her soul
Are one.
5
She does not know which to prefer,
The beauty of ignorance
Or the beauty of ephemeral happiness,
Her soul calling
Or just after.
6
Gates guarded the delicate window
With pitchforks.
The shadow of Her soul
Tried to break free.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
A pitiful truth.
7
O ignorant people of life,
Why do you imagine golden souls?
Do you not see how Her soul
Yearns for freedom
From stress, pressure, oblivion?
8
She knows irreversible truths
And unfortunate, inescapable endings;
But she knows, too,
That Her soul is involved
In what she knows.
9
When Her soul shined,
It removed the light
Of one of many stars.
10
At the sight of Her soul
Gleaming in a dark luminescence,
Even the angels of light
Would cease their singing.
11
It reappeared over time
In a glistening glare.
Once, a fear pierced it,
In that it mistook
The shadow of its light
For Her soul.
12
The people are returning home.
Her soul must be smiling.
13
It was busy all Sunday.
It was thundering
And it was going to thunder.
Her soul grieved
In the dream.
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This is an emulation of the poem, "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens.