Of Being - Denise Levertov






I know this happiness
is provisional:




the looming presences -
great suffering, great fear -
withdrawing only
into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

This need to dance,
This need to kneel:

This mystery

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