Singing,
Janine Canan
To Denise Levertov
White-winged poet
though angel of peacock feathers
and scarlet spiny flames in your poem
you minister to the wounded still
volume after volume to the damaged
and hidden strangers who lift your wings
to read their compassionate secrets
power? facing the horrible deeds
of the dying race and reporting
the details to the living
but in your dream
your wings large luminous lift
over the cities the hospitals the war
and the angel of white soars
singing
