Thursday, March 29, 2007

Thursday Poem - From Below

I move among the ankles
of forest Elders, tread
their moist rugs of moss,
duff of their soft brown carpets.
Far above, their arms are held
open wide to each other, or waving
what they know, what
perplexities and wisdoms they exchange,
unknown to me as were the thoughts

of grownups when in infancy I wandered
into a roofed clearing amidst
human feet and legs and the massive
carved legs of the table,
the minds of people, the minds of trees
equally remote, my attention then
filled with sensations, my attention now
caught by leaf and bark at eye level
and by thoughts of my own, but sometimes
drawn to upgazing-up and up: to wonder
about what rises so far above me into the light.

Denise Levertov, From Below


Anonymous said...

Hi Cate,
Just love this poem by Denise Levertov! We are the young ones in this world aren't we?
Your soul sister

Shelley said...

Always DID love Denise Levertov, and I can't believe that I don't remember this poem... thank you for sharing it!