Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light.

Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming...
Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming...
Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming...
Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming...
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Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light. "This late it happens" is a phrase that is used when something unexpected has happened later than expected. It means that something, usually positive, has come at the last minute. The phrase "Even this late" implies that there is no way to stop it. It will happen whether you want it or not.

Source: Selected Poems

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