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Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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Ilford
London
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Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
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our nerve filaments twitch with its presence day and night, nothing we say has not the husky phlegm of it in the saying, nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.
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Images split the truth in fractions.
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There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am.
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blue bead on the wick, there's that in me that burns and chills, blackening my heart with its soot, I think sometimes not Apollo heard me but a different god.
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Both art and faith are dependent on imagination both are ventures into the unknown.
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Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.
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Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.
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The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
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But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
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Let the space under the first storey be dark, let the water lap the stone posts, and vivid green slime glimmer upon them let a boat be kept there.
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At Delphi I prayed to Apollo that he maintain in me the flame of the poem and I drank of the brackish spring there.
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An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have looked for apples. The woods from brook to where the top of the hill looks over the fog, send up not one bird. So absolute, it is no other than happiness itself, a breathing too quiet to hear.
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slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.
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Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -
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One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language.
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You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.
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Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
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The artist must create himself or be born again.
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And our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them like toenails, clipped them like ends of split hair.
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