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Psyche Revised Poem By Rhina P. Espaillat 

Psyche Revised Poem By Rhina P. Espaillat She could not love him till she saw him clear:
that much she thought she knew. A troubled light
gossiped in whispers from her lifted lamp;
she neared the bed he slept in, not in fear
so much as in resigned need for full sight
of him, such as he might be. He lay damp
and heavy, as if travels through the night
were more than even gods could bear; a cramp
stirred like regret across his breast, his face
sealed in the momentary grasp of bright
visions destined to fail by day. How near
he was, perfected by imperfect grace!
She quenched the lamp, and radiance washed the
place.
She could not see him till she held him dear.

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