Denise Levertov

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

Wanting The Moon - Poem by Denise Levertov

Not the moon. A flower
on the other side of the water.

The water sweeps past in flood,
dragging a whole tree by the hair,

a barn, a bridge. The flower
sings on the far bank.

Not a flower, a bird calling
hidden among the darkest trees, music

over the water, making a silence
out of the brown folds of the river's cloak.

The moon. No, a young man walking
under the trees. There are lanterns

among the leaves.
Tender, wise, merry,

his face is awake with its own light,
I see it across the water as if close up.

A jester. The music rings from his bells,
gravely, a tune of sorrow,

I dance to it on my riverbank.


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  • Ocklawaha Holt (4/25/2014 1:18:00 PM)


    This poem is very deep and willl mean something different to everyone, i love it, i wish i knew the origins and inspriation behind this lovely peace though. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011


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