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The artist must create himself or be born again.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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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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The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
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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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Images split the truth in fractions.
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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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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.
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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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Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.
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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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And our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them like toenails, clipped them like ends of split hair.
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The threat of world's end is the old threat.
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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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Both art and faith are dependent on imagination both are ventures into the unknown.
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Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
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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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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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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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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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Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
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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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