Thursday, September 12, 2013
And a poem by Denise Levertov.
Crackle and flash almost in the kitchen sink---the
thunderclap follows even as I
jump back frightened,
afraid to touch metal---
The roofgutters pouring down
whole rivers, making holes in the earth---
The electric bulbs fade and go out,
another thin crackling lights the window
and in the instant before the next onslaught of kettledrums
a small bird, I don't know its name,
among the seagreen tossed leaves
begins its song.
From Denise Levertov; Poems 1968-1972, New Directions, 1987, page 69.
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