for though I claw at empty air and feel / nothing, no embrace, / I have not plummeted.(Denise #Levertov, “Suspended”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

Outlying houses, and the train's rhythm / slows, there's a signal box. / People are taking their luggage / down from the racks. / Then you wake and discover / you have not left / to begin the journey. (Denise #Levertov, “The Tide”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

Matter reanimate / now must relinquish / itself, its / human cells, / molecules, five / senses, linear / visions endured / as Man (Denise #Levertov, “Ascension”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

The burden of humanness (I begin to see) exacted from Him / That He taste also the humiliation of dread, / cold sweat of wanting to let the whole thing go, / like any mortal hero out of his depth, / like anyone who has taken herself back. (Denise #Levertov, “Salvator Mundi: Via Crucis”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

Like a child / at a barbaric fairgrounds — / noise, lights, the violent odors — / Adam fragments himself. The whirling rides! (Denise #Levertov, “On a Theme by Thomas Merton”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

God lives / on the other side of that mirror, / but through the slit where the barrier doesn't / quite touch ground, manages still / to squeeze in – as filtered light, / splinters of fire, a strain of music heard / then lost, then heard again. (Denise #Levertov, “Contraband”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

My absent fruit / stood for their barren hearts. (Denise #Levertov, “What the Figtree Said”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

Perhaps it has for you / some message (Denise #Levertov, “Embracing the Multipede”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

Three hours wholly absorbed: trying to identify one rainsoaked / wormridden mushroom And the ducks—bufflehead or goldeneye? (Denise #Levertov, “Namings”) #EveningTrain #Poetry

even through eyes not naked but robed / in optic devices (Denise #Levertov, “After ‘Mindwalk’”) #EveningTrain #Poetry