Scraps of moonbobbing discarded on broken water
but sky-moon
complete, transcending
all violation
Here she seems to be talking to herself about
the shape of a life:
Only Once
but sky-moon
complete, transcending
all violation
Here she seems to be talking to herself about
the shape of a life:
Only Once
All which, because it was
flame and song and granted us
joy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once, only; every invitation
did not begin
a series, a build-up: the marvelous
did not happen in our lives, our stories
are not drab with its absence: but don't
expect to return for more. Whatever more
there will be will be
unique as those were unique. Try
to acknowledge the next
song in its body-halo of flames as utterly
present, as now or never.
Denise Levertov, The Great Unknowing
flame and song and granted us
joy, we thought we'd do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once, only; every invitation
did not begin
a series, a build-up: the marvelous
did not happen in our lives, our stories
are not drab with its absence: but don't
expect to return for more. Whatever more
there will be will be
unique as those were unique. Try
to acknowledge the next
song in its body-halo of flames as utterly
present, as now or never.
Denise Levertov, The Great Unknowing
(This morning, I created a blog entry at the usual time and published it in the usual way, but it seems to have embraced the void so I am tucking it again. Perhaps the blog gremlins are active today?)
3 comments:
Try
to acknowledge the next
song in its body-halo of flames as utterly
present, as now or never.
Denise Levertov is a favorite, but I don't recall this poem. Thanks for sharing.
The winter photos are spectacular, by the way.
I used to be-'silverlght'. Now i'm just 'z'. new site-long story.
Beautiful poem. But, your posts are always beautiful.
I agree, this photo is magnetic.
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