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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Everything That Acts Is Actual</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From the tawny light<br>from the rainy nights<br>from the imagination finding<br>itself and more than itself<br>alone and more than alone<br>at the bottom of the well where the moon lives,<br>can you pull me</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">into December? a lowland<br>of space, perception of space<br>towering of shadows of clouds blown upon<br>clouds over<br>          new ground, new made<br>under heavy December footsteps? the only<br>way to live?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The flawed moon<br>acts on the truth, and makes<br>an autumn of tentative<br>silences.<br>You lived, but somewhere else,<br>your presence touched others, ring upon ring,<br>and changed. Did you think<br>I would not change?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">          The black moon<br>turns away, its work done. A tenderness,<br>unspoken autumn.<br>We are faithful<br>only to the imagination. What the<br>imagination<br>          seizes<br>as beauty must be truth. What holds you<br>to what you see of me is<br>that grasp alone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Denise+Levertov">Denise Levertov</a></strong></div>