In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.
Denise LevertovI thought I was growing wingsโ it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fireโ it was deep water. Eschatology is a word I learned as a child: the study of Last Things; facing my mirrorโno longer young, the newsโalways of death, the dogsโrising from sleep and clamoring and howling, howling.... ("Seeing For a Moment")
Denise Levertov