David Levitas Poems

Was it March, was it May,
The season matters not.
Bright it was, as fresh and clear
As amber wine, and sweet
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To make the distinction between the Person and the Thing,
Discriminate in one's depths 'twixt blind force and the Ring
Of deafening Silence, that bears the fruits of Honesty,
The leaves of Chastity, the flowers of Purity, that hold
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On streams of silence we move,
mouthed by sightless voices and mechanical tunes,
Automatic responses that catch at the model of what we pretend
And others believe, we are, consist and where our music and meaning lie,
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On currents that stream from out one's bodily hemispheres,
One is pushed and pulled from like and unlike pssions, an
Energy that relieves and repels, sparking lights and emenating
The heat that energizes matter, soothing and hurting, opening
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The heart it is the matter thus, what makes
The soul, the body's parts unite, be true
To what it gives in free felt choice, its love
The guardian of all its search desiring.
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I saw the moon and it called to me,
I the moon heard and wooed it; thee
To me, me to thee; with pipe and thimble
Fife and drum, I tried to make of thee, one
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From out the hidden store of Earth, comes life,
To take the seed, and from her depths make strife,
With all that try to force it from her hold,
And steal the joy, she gives with love untold.
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The brush of golden sunlight on freckled
Pinks, on velvet blooms so rose that colours
Sense beyond itself, to fragrance shudders
And in a mist our body swoons, speckled.
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Within my garden's plot I've watched the bud
Begin to break; the growth of many springs;
The blades of summer culled in to green rings
To deck the May still sweet with seasons cud.
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I will not pass beyond the pale
Though there the rivers flow from out the grail.
My eye it shall not stray the rail
Though mocking stares they shake what man must fail;
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