Aware Poem by Denise Levertov
Aware
When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.
.............wow this is one way of finding out what is going on.... and quite possibly who your true friends are.....adding to my favourites...
Such a great poem by Denise Levertov...................
Aware! ! I liked the sound! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I relate to this description of how, specially aware, we are suddenly and for a moment let in to the private conversations of the other living beings in nature. Nice. -GK
Such a lovely and sweet poem. Listening to the whispers of leaves- great imagery indeed. Loved it.
This is a beautifull poem having haunting expresson aand nice collocation. It is justified to be this poem in the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Promiscuous all in aware for welcome! ...//// lovely poem