Sunday, December 4, 2011

Everything that Acts Is Actual

Everything that Acts Is ActualFrom the tawny lightfrom the rainy nightsfrom the imagination findingitself and more than itselfalone and more than aloneat the bottom of the well where the moon lives,   can you pull meinto December? a lowlandof space, perception of spacetowering of shadows of clouds blown uponclouds over … … … . new ground, new madeunder heavy December footsteps? the onlyway to live?The flawed moonacts on the truth, and makes   an autumn of tentativesilences.You lived, but somewhere else,your presence touched others, ring upon ring,and changed. Did you think   I would not change? … … … … … . The black moonturns away, its work done. A tenderness,unspoken autumn.   We are faithfulonly to the imagination. What theimagination … … . seizesas beauty must be truth. What holds youto what you see of me isthat grasp alone. - Denise LevertovCollected Earlier Poems 1940-1960wood s lot
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From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
from the imagination finding
itself and more than itself
alone and more than alone
at the bottom of the well where the moon lives,
can you pull me

into December? a lowland
of space, perception of space
towering of shadows of clouds blown upon
clouds over
… … … . new ground, new made
under heavy December footsteps? the only
way to live?


The flawed moon
acts on the truth, and makes
an autumn of tentative
silences.
You lived, but somewhere else,
your presence touched others, ring upon ring,
and changed. Did you think
I would not change?

… … … … … . The black moon
turns away, its work done. A tenderness,
unspoken autumn.
We are faithful
only to the imagination. What the
imagination
… … . seizes
as beauty must be truth.
What holds you
to what you see of me is
that grasp alone.
- Denise Levertov
Collected Earlier Poems 1940-1960
wood s lot

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3 comments:

Sharon said...
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Sharon said...

Your posts are hauntingly beautiful. Deep. And the music is perfect. Thank you for creating such an amazing world with your work.

(I was so moved by this that I forgot to check my spelling!)

Kelly Marszycki said...

as always, elegant and pure -- truly loved that phrase "pulled into December" -- ah, yes!