On the Other Hand.
by Phyllis Levin
” The leaves of the ivy
Are heavy today.
Even we are too heavy,
Their shadows say :
Nothing moves us,
We cannot stray
Across a walkway.
But glory is still green.
Whoever leaned
Against a screen
Unlatches the door,
Whoever said
There, there, now
Doesn’t anymore.”
from : The Making of a Sonnet , Edited by Edward Hirsch and Eavan Boland . A Norton Anthology 2008.
Chris Murray 