Monday, September 7, 2015

Denise Levertov / Love Poem


by Denise Levertov

What you give me is

the extraordinary sun
splashing its light
                             into astonished trees.

A branch
of berries, swaying

under the feet of a bird.

I know
other joys-they taste
bitter, distilled as they are
from roots, yet I thirst for them.

But you-
you give me

the flash of golden daylight
in the body's
warmth of the fall noonday
between the sheets in the dark.

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