Seeing for a Moment

by Denise Levertov


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I thought I was growing wings --
it was a cocoon.

I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire --
it was deep water.

Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;

facing my mirror -- no longer young,
     the news -- always of death,
     the dogs -- rising from sleep and clamoring
          and howling, howling,

nevertheless
I see for a moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.

Word after word
floats through the glass.
Towards me.

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