I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.
Denise LevertovThere's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.
Denise LevertovIf woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.
Denise Levertov