Denise Levertov Quotes

But how irrelevantly the absurd angel of happiness walks in....
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Sequence."
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Out stove, out lamp, let night cut the question with profound unanswer, sustained echo of our unknowing.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "Night on Hatchet Cove."
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To leave the open fields and enter the forest, ... that was the rite.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Novices."
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Nothing is ever enough. Images split the truth in fractions.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "A Sequence."
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Certain branches cut certain leaves fallen the grapes cooked and put up for winter
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "October."
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A photo of someone else's childhood, a garden in another country—world he had no part in and has no power to imagine: yet the old man who has failed his memory keens over the picture— 'Them happy days— gone—gone for ever!'
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Old Adam."
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Like dogs in Mexico, furless, sore, misshapen, arrives from laborious nowhere Agony.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "As It Happens."
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their red cloaks wrapped tight to the bone
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "October."
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... asks what it's too late to ask: "Where is my life? Where is my life? What have I done with my life?"
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "The Old Adam."
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... runs off three-leggèd, scared, but tarries nearby and will return. A friend.
Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo-U.S. poet. "As It Happens."
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