You are given (Denise Levertov)

                Just when you seem to yourself

nothing but a flimsy web

of questions, you are given

the questions of others to hold

in the emptiness of your hands,

songbird eggs that can still hatch

if you keep them warm,  

butterflies opening and closing themselves

in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure

their scintillant fur, their dust.

You are given the questions of others,

as if they were answers

to all you ask.  Yes, perhaps

this gift is your answer.

--Denise Levertov, A Gift                     

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