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"moving aside to give him
a place at the fire, the poet
made him welcome, asking
for news of home."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Deaths." |
"slowly the pale
dew-beads of light
lapped up from flowers
can thicken,
darken to gold:
honey of the human."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Second Didactic Poem." |
"I hear
the tide turning. Last
eager wave over-
taken and pulled back
by first wave of the ebb."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Tide." |
"Darling Death
shouted in his ear,
his ear made to record
the least, the most finespun
of worm-cries and
dragonfly-jubilations...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Deaths." |
"Beespittle, droppings, hairs
of beefur: all become honey.
Virulent micro-organisms cannot
survive in honey."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Second Didactic Poem." |
"a re-
living of ebbing dreams as morning ocean
returns to us ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Tide." |
"he bowed and
not flinching from her black breath
gave her his arm...."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Deaths." |
"as if in a fog of feather-light
goosedown-silvery seed-thoughts
a rusty mind in its autumn
reviewed, renewed
its winged power."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Seedtime." |
"Red tulips
living into their death ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Tulips." |
"he was sitting
and saying over
those green words
Laura and laurel
written in Avignon ..."
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Deaths." |
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