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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Black Heron</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Since I stroll in the woods more often<br>than on this frequented path, it's usually<br>trees I observe; but among fellow humans<br>what I like best is to see an old woman<br>fishing alone at the end of a jetty,<br>hours on end, plainly content.<br>The Russians mushroom-hunting after a rain<br>trail after themselves a world of red sarafans,<br>nightingales, samovars, stoves to sleep on<br>(though without doubt those are not<br>what they can remember). Vietnamese families<br>fishing or simply sitting as close as they can<br>to the water, make me recall that lake in Hanoi<br>in the amber light, our first, jet-lagged evening,<br>peace in the war we had come to witness.<br>This woman engaged in her pleasure evokes<br>an entire culture, tenacious field-flower<br>growing itself among the rows of cotton<br>in red-earth country, under the feet<br>of mules and masters. I see her<br>a barefoot child by a muddy river<br>learning her skill with the pole. What battles<br>has she survived, what labors?<br>She's gathered up all the time in the world<br>--nothing else--and waits for scanty trophies,<br>complete in herself as a heron.</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>