Friday, November 23, 2007
After Death, Like Flows to Like
After Death, Like Flows to Like
(for Denise Levertov)
I often think of them
streaming together
to form one being,
those who kept stroking
reality alive with language,
who did not separate
word from thing.
Carolan with his harp,
stricken Dante, flaming rose,
Li-Po and his jug,
unsteady moon lifting
through shadow,
everywhere a constant singing,
a music beyond our hearing.
Once we called them muses.
Sometimes we catch glimpses of them
in blossoming summer skies,
or say their names
when we begin.
from Marrow of Flame
