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Both art and faith are dependent on imagination both are ventures into the unknown.
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
Priscilla Denise Levertoff
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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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Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak of our own doubts, while dubiously we mother man in his doubt!
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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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Do you mistake me? I am speaking of living, of moving from one moment into the next, and into the one after, breathing death in the spring air.
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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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Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.
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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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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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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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And our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them like toenails, clipped them like ends of split hair.
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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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