Denise Levertov Quotes

2) Perhaps they gathered once to delight in blossom, but after the children were killed there were no more buds.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-American poet. What Were They Like? (L. 13-15). . . Poems 1960-1967 [Denise Levertov]. (1983) New Directions.
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Sleeping, sleeping, it is the thunder of the serpent drumroll of the mounting smell of gas.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Above the Cave."
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she is kind and very clean without ostentation but she has no imagination.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "In Mind."
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The last cobwebs of fog in the black firtrees are flakes of white ash in the world's hearth.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Depths."
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It was reported their singing resembled the flight of moths in moonlight. Who can say? It is silent now.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "What Were They Like?"
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jet, obsidian, ember of bloodstone, glisten of mineral green. And what hangs out there asleep.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Above the Cave."
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a turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "In Mind."
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After mist has wrapped us again in fine wool, may the taste of salt recall to us the great depths about us.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Depths."
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I want to move deeper into today; he keeps me from that work.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Who Is at My Window."
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speech akin to the light with which at day's end and day's renewal, mountains sing to each other across the cold valleys.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Common Ground."
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