Denise Levertov

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

Denise Levertov Poems

41. Pleasures 1/3/2003
42. The Mutes 1/3/2003
43. On The Mystery Of The Incarnation 1/3/2003
44. The Rainwalkers 1/3/2003
45. Wedding-Ring 1/3/2003
46. People At Night 1/3/2003
47. From The Roof 1/3/2003
48. An Excerpt From &Quot;Mass For The Day Of St. Thomas Didymus&Quot; 1/20/2003
49. Zeroing In 1/3/2003
50. The Avowal 1/3/2003
51. Intrusion 1/3/2003
52. The Breathing 1/3/2003
53. Stepping Westward 1/3/2003
54. Losing Track 1/3/2003
55. Grey Sparrow Addresses The Mind's Ear 1/3/2003
56. An Embroidery 1/3/2003
57. Looking, Walking, Being 1/3/2003
58. In Mind 1/3/2003
59. Ikon: The Harrowing Of Hell 1/3/2003
60. To The Snake 1/3/2003
61. The Garden Wall 1/3/2003
62. Variation On A Theme By Rilke 1/3/2003
63. Illustrious Ancestors 1/3/2003
64. Contraband 1/3/2003
65. Everything That Acts Is Actual 1/3/2003
66. The Ache Of Marriage 1/3/2003
67. Celebration 1/3/2003
68. Bearing The Light 1/3/2003
69. Hymn To Eros 1/3/2003
70. Aware 1/3/2003
71. Adam's Complaint 1/3/2003
72. In California During The Gulf War 1/3/2003
73. A Tree Telling Of Orpheus 1/3/2003
74. Living 1/3/2003
75. The Secret 1/3/2003
76. Talking To Grief 1/3/2003
77. What Were They Like? 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Denise Levertov

What Were They Like?

Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
Were they inclined to quiet laughter?
Did they use bone and ivory,
jade and silver, for ornament?
Had they an epic poem?
Did they distinguish between speech and singing?

Sir, their light hearts turned to stone.
It is not remembered whether in gardens
stone gardens illumined pleasant ways.
Perhaps they gathered once to delight in blossom,
but after their children were killed
there were no more buds.
Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned ...

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Contraband

The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
That's why the taste of it
drove us from Eden. That fruit
was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder
for use a pinch at a time, a condiment.
God had probably planned to tell us later
about this new pleasure.
We stuffed our mouths full of it,
gorged on but and if and how and again

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