The Fountain

 

Don't say, don't say there is no water

to solace the dryness of our hearts

I have seen

 

the fountain springing out of the rock wall and you drinking there. And I too before your eyes found footholds and climbed to drink the cool water.

The woman of that place, shading her eyes,

frowned as she watched - but not because

she grudged the water.

 

 

 

only because she was waiting

to see we drank our fill and were

refreshed.

 

Don't say, don't say there is no water. That fountain is there among its scalloped green and gray stones,

it is still there and always there

with its quiet song and strange power

to spring in us,

up and out through the rock.

 

 

Denise Levertov, Poems 1960-1967

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