Pure Joy and Poetry
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Levertov Typos
A hunger of the hands
to be doing something
rhythmic and worthwhile
in sifted flower, over the writs
things dying to give,
smelling like soil
if five's pleasure
six is labor
and seven's rest.
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