Denise Levertov

The Necessity

From love one takes
petal to rock and blesséd
away towards 

one took thought 
for frail tint and spectral
glisten, trusted 
from way back that stillness,

one knew
that heart of fire, rose 
at the core of gold glow, 
could go down undiminished,

for love and 
or in fear knowing 
the risk, knowing
what one is touching, one does it,

each part 
of speech a spark 
awaiting redemption, each 
a virtue, a power

in abeyance unless we 
give it care 
our need designs in us. Then 
all we have led away returns to us.