Denise Levertov Poems

Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I felt
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This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers
          animal vines twisting over the line and
          slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment
          in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves,
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The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
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Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
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After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones

something my former hands had longed for
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O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings
brush me.
Let thy presence
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From the tawny light
from the rainy nights
from the imagination finding
itself and more than itself
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The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
That's why the taste of it
drove us from Eden. That fruit
was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder
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The Rav
of Northern White Russia declined,
in his youth, to learn the
language of birds, because
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Bricks of the wall,
so much older than the house -
taken I think from a farm pulled down
when the street was built -
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