sounds found a way

The sounds found a way to move the poem forward.

after dante

In the middle of the poem which is life I found myself within a dark woods.

upon this rock

With this word I found the whole poem.

some words on a page

I want to give you
something I’ve made

some words on a page—as if
to say 'Here are some blue beads’

or, 'Here's a bright red leaf I found on
the sidewalk” (because

to find is to choose, and choice
is made).

—Denise Levertov, “The Rights,” Here & Now (1957), reprinted in the Collected Earlier Poems 1940–1960 (New Directions, 1979)

bird nest

She built her poem as a bird builds its nest, with strands of this & that found at large in the world.

lost then found

Many, many poems must be lost in order that a few may be found, and remembered.