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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.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of the body has its function. And the way the lines are broken is a functioning part essential to the life of the poem.
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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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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
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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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In June the bush we call alder was heavy, listless, its leaves studded with galls, growing wherever we didn't want it.
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In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
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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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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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What joy when the insouciant armadillo glances at us and doesn't quicken his trotting across the track into the palm brush. What is this joy? That no animal falters, but knows what it must do?
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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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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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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt!
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Images split the truth in fractions.
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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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The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
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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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I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
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The AvowalAs swimmers dareto lie face to the skyand water bears them,as hawks rest upon airand air sustains themso would I learn to attain freefall, and floatinto Creator Spirit's deep embrace,knowing no effort earnsthat all-surrounding grace.
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