Today, this poem, because sounds and silence.
Night on Hatchet Cove – Denise Levertov
The screendoor whines, clacks
shut. My thoughts crackle
with seaweed-seething diminishing
flickers of phosphorous. Gulp
of a frog, plash
of herring leaping;
squawk of a gull disturbed, a splashing;
while silence poises for the breaking
bark of a seal: but silence.
only your breathing. I’ll
be quiet too. Out
stove, out lamp, let
night cut the question with profound
echo of our unknowing.
From Psyche. The Feminine Poetic Consciousness. An Anthology of Modern American Women Poets. Editors – Barbara Segnitz and Carol Rainey. Dell Publishing, New York. 1973