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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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 fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
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Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.
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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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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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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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And our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them like toenails, clipped them like ends of split hair.
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In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
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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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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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Love is a landscape the long mountains define but don't shut off from the unseeable distance.
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I watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun.
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Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.
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