Here you will find the Poem The Springtime of poet Denise Levertov
The red eyes of rabbits aren't sad. No one passes the sad golden village in a barge any more. The sunset will leave it alone. If the curtains hang askew it is no one's fault. Around and around and around everywhere the same sound of wheels going, and things growing older, growing silent. If the dogs bark to each other all night, and their eyes flash red, that's nobody's business. They have a great space of dark to bark across. The rabbits will bare their teeth at the spring moon.
