The
Fountain
Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes
Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes
found footholds and
climbed
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched-but not because
she grudged the water,
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched-but not because
she grudged the water,
only because she was
waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.
Don't say, don't say there
is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
it is still there and always
there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the
rock.
~ Denise Levertov
~
(Poems
1960-1967)
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