Editor’s Note: This poem was originally published Oct. 6, 1978 in the Rapp Street Journal, ACC’s student paper at the time. 

KNOWN

By Marzi Kaplan

I tasted love

that lingered on the lip,

a dew at dawn;

I held a love

of fathoms on which fullness

sailed, a swan;

I soared with love

that flung me out beyond

the farthest orb;

Yet, the love I know

that moves me to my pith,

my pulse, my core

is the only one

to burrow in the marrow

of my bone.

The others were not known;

the others were not known.