To the Reader by Denise Levertov

Denise Levertov

To the Reader by Denise Levertov

T.

A headache the size of the earth this afternoon. I can’t believe how slow this week has been. I want to be near the sea. But you’ll laugh: I still don’t know how to swim.

To the Reader

Denise Levertov

As you read, a white bear leisurely

pees, dyeing the snow

saffron,

and as you read, many gods

lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian

are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read

the sea is turning its dark pages,

turning

its dark pages.

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