Poem

[rymenhild]

I must copy the poetry meme from irisbleu and musesfool (simple rules: when you see someone else post a poem, post one too), because I really want to see what poems my friendslist comes up with.

The Vron Woods (North Wales)

In the night's dream of day
the woods were fragrant.
Carapaced, slender, vertical,
red in the slant
fragmented light, uprose
Scotch firs,
boughs a vague smoke of
green.
Underfoot
the slipping
of tawny needles.

I was wholly there,
aware of each step
in the hum of quietness,
each breath.
Sunlight
a net
of discs and lozenges, holding
odor of rosin.

These were the Vron Woods,
felled
seven years before I was born,

levelled,
to feed a war.

~Denise Levertov

Comments

[muchabstracted.livejournal.com]

eep

Lovely, and appropriate.

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

I was late leaving the apartment and flipping madly through my poetry volumes looking for just the right poem to post before I ran. When I found this one, I knew it was the only one. I don't think I ever really read it before, with concentrated attention, at least.

TAing

[terriqat.livejournal.com]

not related, but how goes the undergraduate butchery of the English language?