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"The blood congealing
black
between the pleased fingers."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Puñal." |
"Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Secret." |
"The All-Day Bird, the artist,
whitethroated sparrow
striving
in hope and
good faith to make his notes
ever more precise ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Claritas." |
"... found myself
myself, smaller,
not thin but thinner, nervous,
who hurries without animal calm."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Remembering." |
"I love them
for finding what
I can't find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Secret." |
"the shadow of a difference
falling between
note and note,
a hair's breadth
defining them."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Claritas." |
"my pleasure
was in the strength of my back,
in my noble shoulders, the cool
smooth flesh cylinders of my arms."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Remembering." |
"He-who-came-forth was
it turned out
a man—
Moves among us from room to room of our life
in boots, in jeans, in a cloak of flame...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Son." |
"Last night
as if death had lit a pale light
in your flesh, your flesh
was cold to my touch, or not cold
but cool, cooling, as if the last traces
of warmth were still fading in you."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Clouds." |
"from deep in the dark head
his smile glowing
outward into the
room's severe twilight,
he lies...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Resting Figure." |
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