To Know We Are Living
Miriam Levine
1976
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There Are Soft Things
Miriam Levine
There are soft things
falling through doorways
like flowers
It moves
In the light of our arms
it moves closer
Black moth
through webs
through draughts
sucked under stones into coolness
its wayward flickering movement
Can you believe
how it goes!
Feeding against us—
in the purple mouth
of the basket of flowers
in the petals’ soft skin
Can you believe!
How softly it beats
its black wings
brushing the blue
streak of sulphur
the pungent fermenting
darkness around us