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Denise Levertov

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And not till he saw the angel had left him,
alone and free to resume
the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of
what he had still to do,
not till then did he recognize
this was no dream.
--
St. Peter and the Angel

 
Denise Levertov

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