Treasure Island

Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

Aware


When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/6/2014 3:19:00 PM)

    .............wow this is one way of finding out what is going on.... and quite possibly who your true friends are.....adding to my favourites... (Report) Reply

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