look closely enough

Look closely enough at something

It disappears

In its place, formless

A void of what was

What might have been

Look closely enough at something

Stay blind

To the beautiful forms

All around

Step back and look

Listen and see

Be surprised by all that is

Present

Amazing accidents in Life to be found

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

As to some lovely temple, tenantless

Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,

Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass

Grown up between the stones, yet from excess

Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,

The worshipper returns, and those who pass

Marvel him crying on a name that was, –

So is it now with me in my distress.

Your body was a temple to Delight;

Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,

Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;

Here might I hope to find you day or night,

And here I come to look for you, my love,

Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.