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sisters & sparrows

Poetry. Photography. Life.

{images by the incredible paul de luna}

Variation on a Theme by Rilke

	A certain day became a presence to me;
	there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
	a being. And before it started to descend
	from the height of noon, it leaned over
	and struck my shoulder as if with
	the flat of a sword, granting me
	honor and a task. The day's blow
	rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened,
	and what I heard was my whole self
	saying and singing what it knew: I can.

				 --Denise Levertov


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