Stepping Westward
(excerpt)
What is green in me
darkens, muscadine.
If woman is inconstant,
good, I am faithful to
good, I am faithful to
ebb and flow, I fall
in season and now
in season and now
is a time of ripening.
If her part
If her part
is to be true,
a north star,
a north star,
good, I hold steady
in the black sky
in the black sky
and vanish by day,
yet burn there
yet burn there
in blue or above
quilts of cloud.
quilts of cloud.
There is no savor
more sweet, more salt
more sweet, more salt
that to be glad to be
what, woman,
what, woman,
and who, myself,
I am, a shadow
I am, a shadow
that grows longer as the
sun
moves, drawn out
moves, drawn out
on a thread of
wonder.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Poems,
1960-1967)
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