Thursday, November 22, 2012

Let's Give Thanks to Denise Levertov

Below lies a poem by one of my favorite American
poets. 
I can't believe this broad is 
still alive. Oh, wait. She isn't. Well, I'm thankful she was at one point. 
You should be too. Happy Thanksgiving, bitches.
Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus (excerpt)

ii  Gloria
Praise the wet snow
        falling early.
Praise the shadow
        my neighor's chimney casts 
on the tile roof
even this gray October day that 
should, 
they say,
have been golden.
                Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
     the white cold sky, 
giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, 
which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
                   and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
            our daily life,
            and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.

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