Monday, October 29, 2007

Poetry instead of prose

I'd love to have something terribly interesting to say today. But I don't. Instead I'll let Denise Levertov do the talking:

To the Reader

As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow

and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
its dark pages.

-- Denise Levertov