Living Alone (III)
Levertov:
I said, the summer garden I planted
bears only leaves–leaves in abundance–
but no flowers.
And then the flowers,
many colors and forms,
come forth.I said, the tree has no buds.
And then the leaves,
shyly, sparse, as if reluctant,
in less than two days appeared,
and the tree, now,
is flying on green wings.What magic denial
shall my life utter
to bring itself forth?
