31 March, 2009

i. can.



Variation On A Theme By Rilke

(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)


A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me — a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic — or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.


- Denise Levertov

2 comments:

Curious Curandera said...

I just wanted to say I think you have a really interesting blog happening here!

SilenceBetweenTheWords said...

Ditto to what Curious said...

:)


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