Happy National Poetry Month!

To start off this most wondrous of months, I have some Denise Levertov.  One of our priests used an excerpt from her "Sun, Moon, and Stones" in a homily recently, and I loved it:

And we were born to that sole end:
   to thirst and to grow
   to shudder
   to dream in lingering dew, lingering warmth,
   to stumble searching.

But O the fountains,
   where shall we find them?


And then have another of her poems, "To the Reader":

To the Reader

As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
saffron,

and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
turning
its dark pages.