“Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered to them; have seen in the folding of white bedspreads according to rule the starched pleats of a shroud.” WorldStillsPainWhiteKnowingThis WorldWeakMortalityShroudsFoldingPleats Author:Denise Levertov
“Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes; caps and bells. And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me, the throng's clamor recedes: the mystery that there is anything, anything at all, let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything, rather than void: and that, 0 Lord, Creator, Hallowed one, You still, hour by hour sustain it.” StillsProblemJoyHoursMemoriesForgetAttentionLordMysteryQuietClothesSolutionsCrowdsCreatorCosmosHostVoidOfferingBellsIgnoredCapsDiversionClamorCourtiers Book:The Stream & the Sapphire: Selected Poems on Religious Themes Source: The Stream & the Sapphire: Selected Poems on Religious Themes
“In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.” NeedsHeartStillsLightEyeNightGrowsBlackDarkReadyRootsDawnShelterIlluminationSilkNot ReadyOpen Eyes Book:Evening Train Source: Evening Train
“You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.” YearsStillsBigsNightNextDoorsTreeFlowerNeighborOver YouShedHonoredDroppingNeedlesDeckConesWakes YouPine TreesArbor Day Book:Sands of the Well Source: Sands of the Well
