M E M O R Y
by Karin Boye
Quietly would I thank my fate:
never do I lose you entirely.
As a pearl grows in the mussel,
so within me
grows your dewy essence sweet.
If at last one day I forget you -
then you will be blood of my blood,
then you will be one with me -
may the gods grant that.
A quiet post, then. Full of winter light.
A recent fortune: Something wonderful is about to happen. I have complete faith in this slip of paper.
Her story is an interesting one. Her son set up a website here.