Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Denise Levertov / Magic

by Denise Levertov

for Jon

The brass or bronze cup, stroked at the rim, 
round and round, begins 
to hum, 
             the hum slowly 
buzzes more loudly, and rapidly now 
             the clang of the bell of the 
             deep world, unshaken, sounding 
             crescendo out of its wide mouth 
                                                one note, 
             of the universe, neither beginning nor ending, 
but heard 
only those times we take 
the cup and stroke 
the rim, 
only seeming 
to cease when we cease 
to listen… 
Poems 1972-1982
New Directions Publishing Corporation, 2001

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