To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul's hall — out in the light it shows clear, whet… - Denise Levertov

To speak of sorrow
works upon it
moves it from its
crouched place barring
the way to and from the soul's hall.

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote the line.

Looking, Walking, Being

I look and look.
Looking’s a way of being: one becomes,
Sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes
Dig and burrow in the world.
They touch
Fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,
Not only
Visible present, solid and shadow
That looks at one looking.

And language? Rhythms
Of echo and interruption?
That’s
A way of breathing,

breathing to sustain
Looking,
Walking and looking,
Through the world,
In it.

To speak of sorrow
works upon it
moves it from its
crouched place barring
the way to and from the soul's hall.