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"he walks with me
to the gate of Home and leaves me.
I enter.
Mother is gone,
only Things remain.
So be it."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Film." |
"Old Day the gardener seemed
Death himself, or Time, scythe in hand
by the sundial and freshly-dug
grave in my book of parables."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Figure of Time." |
"Stir of time, the sequence
returning upon itself, branching
a new way. To suffer, pains, hope.
The attention
lives in it as a poem lives or a song
going under the skin of memory."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Kingdoms of Heaven." |
"Turtle Goddess
she of the hard shell
soft underneath
awaits enormously
in a dark grotto
the young Heroes...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Film." |
"In the autumn brilliance
feathers tingle at fingertips."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Air of November." |
"He says the waves in the ship's wake
are like stones rolling away.
I don't see it that way."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Leaving Forever." |
"Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Fountain." |
"a flying open of doors, convergence
of magic objects into
feathered hands and crested heads, a prospect
of winter verve, a buildup to abundance."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Air of November." |
"the gray filth of it:
the knowledge that humankind,
delicate Man, whose flesh
responds to a caress, whose eyes
are flowers that perceive the stars ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Life at War." |
"Don't say, don't say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
it is still there and always there...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Fountain." |
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