The Depthsby Denise Levertov
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When the white fog burns off,
the abyss of everlasting light
is revealed. The last cobwebs
of fog in the
black fir trees are flakes
of white ash in the world's hearth.
Cold of the sea is counterpart
to this great fire. Plunging
out of the burning cold of ocean
we enter an ocean of intense
noon. Sacred salt
sparkles on our bodies.
After mist has wrapped us again
in fine wool, may the taste of salt
recall to us the great depths about us.
|-- from The Jacob's Ladder, by Denise Levertov|
|Denise Levertov: Selected Poems||Poems of Denise Levertov: 1960-1967||Breathing the Water||The Great Unknowing: Last Poems||Candles in Babylon|
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