Denise Levertov Quotes

The blood congealing black between the pleased fingers.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Puñal."
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Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Secret."
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The All-Day Bird, the artist, whitethroated sparrow striving in hope and good faith to make his notes ever more precise ...
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Claritas."
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... found myself myself, smaller, not thin but thinner, nervous, who hurries without animal calm.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Remembering."
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I love them for finding what I can't find, and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Secret."
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the shadow of a difference falling between note and note, a hair's breadth defining them.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Claritas."
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my pleasure was in the strength of my back, in my noble shoulders, the cool smooth flesh cylinders of my arms.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Remembering."
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He-who-came-forth was it turned out a man— Moves among us from room to room of our life in boots, in jeans, in a cloak of flame....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Son."
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Last night as if death had lit a pale light in your flesh, your flesh was cold to my touch, or not cold but cool, cooling, as if the last traces of warmth were still fading in you.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Clouds."
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from deep in the dark head his smile glowing outward into the room's severe twilight, he lies....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Resting Figure."
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