Words taken by lips, tongue, teeth, throat, down into body’s caverns, to enter blood, bone, breath, - Denise Levertov

"I am, a shadow
that grows longer as the sun
moves, drawn out
on a thread of wonder.
If I bear burdens
they begin to be remembered
as gifts, goods, a basket
of bread that hurts
my shoulders but closes me
in fragrance. I can
eat as I go.

("Stepping Westward")"

Down through the tomb's inward arch
He has shouldered out into Limbo
to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber...

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