no answer

Tired and hungry,
late in the day, impelled
to leave the house
and search for what
might lift me back to what I had fallen away from,
I stood by the shore waiting.

over the lake, watery amethyst fading to gray.

afloat on their element as I was not
on mine. I turned homeward, unsatisfied.

to linger, to look North before nightfall — the expanse
of calm, of calming water, last wafts
of rose in the few high clouds.

the heron, unseen for weeks, came flying
widewinged toward me, settled
just offshore on his post,
took up his vigil.
If you ask
why this cleared a fog from my spirit,
I have no answer.
— Denise Levertov

.杭の鷺いかにも露を見るやうに
kui no sagi ikanimo tsuyu wo miru yô ni
heron on a post
gazing down, it seems
at dewdrops
issa
Labels: allen w seaby, birds, denise levertov, edward godwin, ethleen palmer, haiku, issa, ito sozan, lacquer, norbertine von bresslern-roth, poetry
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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