Poetry attack

[flyingrat]

Of Being
(Denise Levertov)
 

I know this happiness

is provisional:

 

              the looming presences—

              great suffering, great fear—

 

              withdraw only

              into peripheral vision:

 

but ineluctable this shimmering

of wind in the blue leaves:

 

this flood of stillness

widening the lake of sky:

 

this need to dance,

this need to kneel:

                            this mystery: