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.