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I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
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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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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Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
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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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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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