Scraps of moon bobbing 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 All which, because it was flame and song and granted us joy, we thought wed 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 dont 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)
Posted on: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 05:28:50 +0000