Denise Levertov Quotes on Memory
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I was the first to see him, for I grew out on the pasture slope, beyond the forest. He was a man, it seemed. . .
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It is said he made his earth-journey, and lost what he sought. It is said they felled him and cut up his limbs for firewood. And it is said his head still sang and was swept out to sea singing.
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Perhaps he will not return. But what we have lived comes back to us. We see more. We feel, as our rings increase, something that lifts our branches, that stretches our furthest leaf-tips further.
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The wind, the birds, do not sound poorer but clearer, recalling our agony, and the way we danced.