April 12, 2007

Denise Levertov: “Wedding-Ring”

Posted in Poetry at 8:00 am by The Lizard Queen


My wedding-ring lies in a basket
as if at the bottom of a well.
Nothing will come to fish it back up
and onto my finger again.
                                       It lies
among keys to abandoned houses,
nails waiting to be needed and hammered
into some wall,
telephone numbers with no names attached,
idle paperclips.
                       It can’t be given away
for fear of bringing ill-luck.
                       It can’t be sold
for the marriage was good in its own
time, though that time is gone.
                       Could some artificer
beat into it bring stones, transform it
into a dazzling circlet no one could take
for a solemn betrothal or to make promises
living will not let them keep? Change it
into a simple gift I could give in friendship?

–Denise Levertov, 1978



  1. luaphacim said,

    I really like all the poems you post. 🙂

  2. Yay, I’m glad!

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