15 May 2005
What I Didn't Know
What He Thought by Heather McHugh is my all time favorite poem. I first heard it on tape and was instantly moved by it. I have seldom been able to read it without tearing up near the end. Though it affects me deeply, I have resisted trying to figure out why. If I undertook and successfully completed that particular inquiry, I feel like I might then have created an alternate reality in which I understood more than I do in this world. But sometimes it is best to let the mystery be. The unexplained occasionally offers us a richer world.