“A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me —
a sky, air, light: a being.
And before it started to descend
from the height of noon,
it leaned over and struck my shoulder
as if with the flat of a sword,
granting me honor and a task.
The day’s blow rang out, metallic —
or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.”
Denise Levertov, Variation on a Theme by Rilke
(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)