not all who pass
in front of the Great Mothers chair
get passt with only a stare
some she looks at their hands
to see what sort of savages they were
--- G.S.
To The Reader
As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
saffron,
and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,
and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
turning
its dark pages.
--- Denise Levertov