----- Original Message -----From: [log in to unmask] href="mailto:[log in to unmask]">Chokh RajSent: Sunday, September 09, 2007 10:22 AMSubject: Denise Levertov : The Mystic RoadThe river is within us, the sea is all around us.~ T.S. Eliot, 'Four Quartets'The road leads to the sea.~ Denise Levertov, 'September 1961'September 1961
This is the year the old ones,
the old great ones
leave us alone on the road.The road leads to the sea.
We have the words in our pockets,
obscure directions. The old oneshave taken away the light of their presence,
we see it moving away over a hill
off to one side.They are not dying,
they are withdrawn
into a painful privacylearning to live without words.
E. P. "It looks like dying"-Williams: "I can't
describe to you what has beenhappening to me"-
H. D. "unable to speak."
The darknesstwists itself in the wind, the stars
are small, the horizon
ringed with confused urban light-haze.They have told us
the road leads to the sea,
and giventhe language into our hands.
our footsteps each time a truckhas dazzled past us and gone
leaving us new silence.
One can't reachthe sea on this endless
road to the sea unless
one turns aside at the end, it seems,follows
the owl that silently glides above it
aslant, back and forth,and away into deep woods.But for usthe road
unfurls itself, we count the
words in our pockets, we wonderhow it will be without them, we don't
stop walking, we know
there is far to go, sometimeswe think the night wind carries
a smell of the sea...~ Denise Levertov
"Like many of the writers of the Beat generation, Levertov shared an interestin Eastern Mysticism and translated Hindu work, In Praise of Krishna: Songsfrom the Bengali."
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