Here, I'll share the first few letters of Denise Levertov's poem of 1968-69:
Relearning the Alphabet
Joy--a beginning. Anguish, ardor.
To relearn the ah! of knowing in unthinking
joy: the beloved stranger lives,
Sweep up anguish as with a wing-tip,
brushing the ashes back to the fire's core.
To be. To love an other only for being.
Clear, cool? Not those evasions. The seeing
that burns through, comes through to
the fire's core.
In the beginning was delight. A depth
stirred as one stirs fire unthinking.
Dark dark dark , And the blaze illumines