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Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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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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I watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun.
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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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Let the space under the first storey be dark, let the water lap the stone posts, and vivid green slime glimmer upon them let a boat be kept there.
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The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
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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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Both art and faith are dependent on imagination both are ventures into the unknown.
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You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.
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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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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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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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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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Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.
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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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I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
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Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
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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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I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.
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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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