… outside, alone, as the light falls behind the hills in the West…reading an essay by Denise Levertov called “Some Affinities of Content” where she quotes a poem called “China Trace” by Charles Wright:
I want to be bruised by God
I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out
I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
I want to be entered and picked clean.
poor fool wants to have a baby!