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The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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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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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt!
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The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
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In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.
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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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Love is a landscape the long mountains define but don't shut off from the unseeable distance.
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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.
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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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Mountain, mountain, mountain, marking time. Each nameless, wall beyond wall, wavering redefinition of horizon.
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The vast silence of Buddha overtakes and overrules the oncoming roar of tragic life that fills alleys and avenues it blocks the way of pedicabs, police, convoys.
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The artist must create himself or be born again.
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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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I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.
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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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