Sudden Light ~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882)
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall – I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
I understood immediately that Rossetti was articulating an experience of Deja Vu. Stanza two describes the catalyst of his experience, and this inspired the chapter in my novel in which after having memory manipulation, my protagonist’s love interest finally remembers her and their relationship.