Tuesday, January 20, 2009

One hour hence

Variation on a Theme by Rilke
by Denise Levertov

A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.

3 comments:

Rosemary said...

Lovely! I don't know that poem...but it definitely strike the right chord today. Thanks for posting it.

Cat said...

What is your pledge?

yarmando said...

My pledge is to post inspirational bits of poetry which make it appear that I have been inspired to be a more active and engaged person while not actually obligating me to do stuff?