Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

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    Where is; " What the Fig Tree Said" ? ? ? ?

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    Woah! Brilliant poems! The emotions I showed while reading these was unreal. I shed so many tears. My heart was palpitating out of my chest! So, so beautiful. I will definitely recommend her poetry

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  • Paul Ricard (2/19/2010 9:50:00 AM)

    i've never read anything about her before, but this morning I happened upon a poem of her's, 'Aware' which has sent my heart soaring. So beautiful! ! !

    Is there anyway that I could write to her, e-mail or regular? ? ? Please let me know, I want to thank her and tell her that I am looking forward to more readings of her poetry in the near future. Such a beautiful poem.

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Best Poem of Denise Levertov

Aware

When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.

Read the full of Aware

Intrusion

After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones

something my former hands had longed for
came and asked to be rocked.

After my plucked out eyes
had withered, and new ones grown

something my former eyes had wept for
came asking to be pitied.