Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

Denise Levertov Poems

1. Making Peace 12/4/2014
2. News Report, September 1991 4/8/2010
3. Partial Resemblance 4/8/2010
4. The Sage 5/1/2011
5. The Springtime 4/8/2010
6. Matins 4/8/2010
7. A Map Of The Western Part Of The County Of Essex In England 4/8/2010
8. Prisoners 4/8/2010
9. In California: Morning, Evening, Late January 4/8/2010
10. Song For Ishtar 4/8/2010
11. Ein Baum Erzählt Von Orpheus 4/8/2010
12. February Evening In New York 4/8/2010
13. Eros 4/8/2010
14. Hypocrite Women 4/8/2010
15. Goodbye To Tolerance 4/8/2010
16. A Time Past 4/8/2010
17. Triple Feature 1/3/2003
18. The Great Black Heron 1/3/2003
19. Caedmon 4/8/2010
20. St. Peter And The Angel 1/3/2003
21. Sojourns In The Parallel World 1/3/2003
22. Psalm Concerning The Castle 1/3/2003
23. Clouds 4/8/2010
24. The Quest 1/3/2003
25. On A Theme By Thomas Merton 1/3/2003
26. Settling 1/3/2003
27. The Well 1/3/2003
28. Web 1/3/2003
29. The Dog Of Art 1/3/2003
30. The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart... 1/3/2003
31. September 1961 1/3/2003
32. To The Reader 1/3/2003
33. The Garden Wall 1/3/2003
34. Wanting The Moon 1/3/2003
35. People At Night 1/3/2003
36. The Thread 1/13/2003
37. On The Mystery Of The Incarnation 1/3/2003
38. The Métier Of Blossoming 1/3/2003
39. The Elves 1/3/2003
40. The Breathing 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Denise Levertov

What Were They Like?

Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
Were they inclined to quiet laughter?
Did they use bone and ivory,
jade and silver, for ornament?
Had they an epic poem?
Did they distinguish between speech and singing?

Sir, their light hearts turned to stone.
It is not remembered whether in gardens
stone gardens illumined pleasant ways.
Perhaps they gathered once to delight in blossom,
but after their children were killed
there were no more buds.
Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned ...

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The Elves

Elves are no smaller
than men, and walk
as men do, in this world,
but with more grace than most,
and are not immortal.

Their beauty sets them aside
from other men and from women
unless a woman has that cold fire in her

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