"Of Being" by Denise Levertov

I know this happiness
is provisional:

              the looming presences--
              great suffering, great fear--

              withdraw only
              into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
                              this mystery:

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