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Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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Priscilla D Levertoff
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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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Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
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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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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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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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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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Images split the truth in fractions.
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The AvowalAs swimmers dareto lie face to the skyand water bears them,as hawks rest upon airand air sustains themso would I learn to attain freefall, and floatinto Creator Spirit's deep embrace,knowing no effort earnsthat all-surrounding grace.
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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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slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.
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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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Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.
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Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
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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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In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
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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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I watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun.
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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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But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
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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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