Denise Levertov :The Thread

Something is very gently,

invisibly, silently,

pulling at me – a thread

or net of threads

finer than cobweb and as

elastic. I haven’t tried

the strength of it. No barbed hook

pierced or tore me. Was it

not long ago this thread

began to draw me? Or

way back? Was I

born with this knot about my

neck, a bridle? Not fear

but a stirring

of wonder makes me

catch my breath when I feel

the tug of it when I thought

it had loosened itself and gone.  (1961).

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