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(poetry diary 117) Still on my palindrome kick.  This isn’t a true example of “palindrome poetry” or “mirrored poetry,” but Lisel Mueller uses the concept to good, heartbreaking effect.

Palindrome
Lisel Mueller 
There is less difficulty—indeed, no logical difficulty at all—in
imagining two portions of the universe, say two galaxies, in which
time goes one way in one galaxy and the opposite way in the
other. . . . Intelligent beings in each galaxy would regard their own
time as “forward” and time in the other galaxy as “backward.”
—Martin Gardner, in Scientific American
Somewhere now she takes off the dress I am
putting on. It is evening in the antiworld
where she lives. She is forty-five years away
from her death, the hole which spit her out
into pain, impossible at first, later easing,
going, gone. She has unlearned much by now.