Denise Levertov

About Marriage

Don’t lock me in wedlock, I want
marriage, an

I told you about the
green light of

               (a veil of quiet befallen
               the downtown park,

               Saturday after
               noon, long
               shadows and cool

               air, scent of
               new grass,
               fresh leaves,

               blossom on the threshold of

               and the birds I met there,
               birds of passage breaking their journey,
               three birds each of a different species:

               the azalea-breasted with round poll, dark,
               the brindled, merry, mousegliding one,
               and the smallest. golden as gorse and wearing
               a black Venetian mask

               and with them the three douce hen-birds
               feathered in tender, lively brown

                I stood
                a half-hour under the enchantment,
                no-one passed near,
                the birds saw me and

                let me be
                near them.)

     It’s not
     I would be 

     and meet you
     in a green

     airy space, not
     locked in.