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The Well

At sixteen I believed the moonlight could change me if it would.          I moved my headon the pillow, even moved my bedas the moon slowlycrossed the open lattice.

I wanted beauty, a dangerousgleam of steel, my body thinner,my pale face paler.          I moonbatheddiligently, as others sunbathe.

But the moon's unsmiling starekept me awake.

Mornings,

I was flushed and cross.

It was on dark nights of deep sleepthat I dreamed the most, sunk in the well,and woke rested, and if not beautiful,filled with some other power.

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Denise Levertov

Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry…

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