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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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Ilford
London
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The artist must create himself or be born again.
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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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The threat of world's end is the old threat.
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Mountain, mountain, mountain, marking time. Each nameless, wall beyond wall, wavering redefinition of horizon.
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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 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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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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I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
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At Delphi I prayed to Apollo that he maintain in me the flame of the poem and I drank of the brackish spring there.
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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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slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.
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Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
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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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But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
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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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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 watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun.
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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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