Denise Levertov Quotes

Mountain, mountain, mountain, marking time. Each nameless, wall beyond wall, wavering redefinition of horizon.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Into the Interior."
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From the shrivelling gray silk of its cocoon a creature slowly is pushing out to stand clear....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Disclosure."
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Who is at my window, who, who? It's the blind cuckoo, mulling the old song over. The old song is about fear, about tomorrow and next year. Timor mortis conturbat me, he sings....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Who Is at My Window."
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Poems stirred into paper coffee-cups, eaten with petals on rye in the sun—the cold shadows in back, and the traffic grinding the borders of spring ...
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Common Ground."
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No alternative to the one-man path.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Into the Interior."
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some primal-shaped, plain-winged, day-flying thing.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Disclosure."
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To stand on common ground here and there gritty with pebbles yet elsewhere 'fine and mellow— uncommon fine for ploughing' there to labor planting the vegetable words
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Common Ground."
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'Joy is so special a thing, vivid—' her love for the earth returns, her heart lightens, she savors the crust.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Joy."
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He throws off artifacts as he contracts and expands the muscle of his being, ringed in himself, tilling.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Earth Worm."
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The pastor of grief and dreams guides his flock towards the next field with all his care.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Cure of Souls."
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