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"Grief, have I denied thee?
Grief, I have denied thee."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Lamentation." |
"our nerve filaments twitch with its presence
day and night,
nothing we say has not the husky phlegm of it in the saying,
nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness,
the deep intelligence living at peace would have."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Life at War." |
"I discovered
the colors in the wall that woke
when spray from the hose
played on its pocks and warts...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Garden Wall." |
"Grief in the morning, washed away
in coffee, crumbled to a dozen errands between
busy fingers."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Lamentation." |
"so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily
moves his delicate feet
and long tail. I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Living." |
"... the world always a step
beyond the world, that can't
be looked for, only
as the eye wanders,
found."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Garden Wall." |
"... deeper
and deeper into Imagination's
holy forest, as travelers
followed the Zohar's dusty
shimmering roads ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Letter to William Kinter of Muhlenberg." |
"The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Living." |
"As the artist
extends his world with
one gratuitous flourish—a stroke of white or
a run on the clarinet above the
bass tones of the orchestra ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Grace-Note." |
"I saw
without words within me, saw
as if my eyes
had grown bigger and knew
how to look without
being told what it was they saw."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Letter to William Kinter of Muhlenberg." |
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