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Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.
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
Priscilla D Levertoff
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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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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt!
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