Tuesday, May 18, 2010


by Denise Levertov

But we have only begun 
to love the earth.

We have only begun 
to imagine the fullness of life.

How can desire fail? 
We have only begun
To imagine justice and mercy,
only begun to envision
how it might be
to live as siblings with beast
And flower,
not as oppressors.

Surely our river
cannot already be hastening
into the sea of nonbeing?

Surely it cannot
Drag, in the silt,
All that is innocent?

Not yet. Not yet - 
There is too much broken
That must be mended,
too much hurt we have done to each other
that cannot yet be forgiven.

We have only begun to know
The power that is in us if we would join
our solitudes in the communion of struggle.

So much is unfolding that must
complete its gesture,
So much is in the bud.

1 comment:

Jon Beard said...

Wow, there are some really good lines in this. Thanks.