Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

Seeing For A Moment - Poem by Denise Levertov

I thought I was growing wings—
it was a cocoon.

I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire—
it was deep water.

Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;

facing my mirror—no longer young,
the news—always of death,
the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring
and howling, howling,

nevertheless
I see for a moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.

Word after word
floats through the glass.
Towards me.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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