Wanting The Moon
Not the moon.
A flower
on the other side of the water.
The water sweeps past in flood,
dragging a whole tree by the hair,
a barn, a bridge.
The flower
sings on the far bank.
Not a flower, a bird calling
hidden among the darkest trees, music
over the water, making a silence
out of the brown folds of the river's cloak.
The moon.
No, a young man walking
under the trees.
There are lanterns
among the leaves.
Tender, wise, merry,
his face is awake with its own light,
I see it across the water as if close up.
A jester.
The music rings from his bells,
gravely, a tune of sorrow,
I dance to it on my riverbank.
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Denise Levertov
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