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In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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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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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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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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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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And our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them like toenails, clipped them like ends of split hair.
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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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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
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I watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun.
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A poet articulating the dreads and horrors of our time is necessary in order to make readers understand what is happening, really understand it, not just know about it but feel it: and should be accompanied by a willingness on the part of those who write it to take additional action towards stopping the great miseries which they record.
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Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
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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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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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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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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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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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Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
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There's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.
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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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