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       # 2016-12-22 - Making Peace by Denise Levertov
       
 (IMG) Senses - Hearing
       
       A voice from the dark called out,
       'The poets must give us
       imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
       imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
       the absence of war.'
       
       But peace, like a poem,
       is not there ahead of itself,
       can't be imagined before it is made,
       can't be known except
       in the words of its making,
       grammar of justice,
       syntax of mutual aid.
       
       A feeling towards it,
       dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
       until we begin to utter its metaphors,
       learning them as we speak.
       
       A line of peace might appear
       if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
       revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
       questioned our needs, allowed
       long pauses ...
       
       A cadence of peace might balance its weight
       on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
       an energy field more intense than war,
       might pulse then,
       stanza by stanza into the world,
       each act of living
       one of its words, each word
       a vibration of light--facets
       of the forming crystal.
       
       tags: poem
       
       # Tags
       
 (DIR) poem