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Denise Levertov - Pleasures
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I like to find
what`s not found
at once, but lies
 
within something of another nature,
in repose, distinct.
Gull feathers of glass, hidden
 
in white pulp: the bones of squid
which I pull out and lay
blade by blade on the draining board—
 
tapered as if for swiftness, to pierce
the heart, but fragile, substance
belying design.          Or a fruit, mamey,
 
cased in rough brown peel, the flesh
rose-amber, and the seed:
the seed a stone of wood, carved and
 
polished, walnut-colored, formed
like a brazilnut, but large,
large enough to fill
the hungry palm of a hand.
 
I like the juicy stem of grass that grows
within the coarser leaf folded round,
and the butteryellow glow

in the narrow flute from which the morning-glory
opens blue and cool on a hot morning.
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