I love her precarious perch, her split shadow, her dark feet dangling over the next step, pointing the way. She is stalled, fighting vertigo -- pondering -- still believing in an easier descent.Here are the final stanzas from Denise Levertov's poem, "Broken Pact," from Evening Train:
But mind and heart continue
their eager conversation,
they argue, they share epiphanies,
sometimes all night they raise
antiphonal laments.
Face and body have betrayed them,
they are alone together,
unsure how to proceed.
-- Denise Levertov
The poem can be read in its entirety on page 29. The photo was taken in my yard this spring. Metal sculpture by Thea Kluge. Click on image to enlarge.
