The Sea’s Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart… (Denise Levertov Poems)
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the ...
Denise Levertov Poems (64 Poems)
September 1961 (Denise Levertov Poem)
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads ...
The Quest (Denise Levertov Poem)
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find ...
On the Mystery of the Incarnation (Denise Levertov Poem)
It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in ...
The Garden Wall (Denise Levertov Poem)
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
An Embroidery (Denise Levertov Poem)
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
Illustrious Ancestors (Denise Levertov Poem)
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
Contraband (Denise Levertov Poem)
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
Everything That Acts Is Actual (Denise Levertov Poem)
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more ...
The Avowal (Denise Levertov Poem)
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air ...
The Thread (Denise Levertov Poem)
Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as elastic. ...
Intrusion (Denise Levertov Poem)
After I had cut off my hands and grown new ones something my former hands had longed for came and ...
Aware (Denise Levertov Poem)
When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them ...
Variation On A Theme By Rilke (Denise Levertov Poem)
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before ...
The Breathing (Denise Levertov Poem)
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass ...
Looking, Walking, Being (Denise Levertov Poem)
"The World is not something to look at, it is something to be in." Mark Rudman I look and look. ...
To the Snake (Denise Levertov Poem)
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck and stroked your cold, pulsing throat as you hissed to me, ...
Seeing For A Moment (Denise Levertov Poem)
I thought I was growing wings- it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the ...
A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Pleasures (Denise Levertov Poem)
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct. Gull ...
Talking to Grief (Denise Levertov Poem)
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, ...
In Mind (Denise Levertov Poem)
There's in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a ...
Celebration (Denise Levertov Poem)
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
Losing Track (Denise Levertov Poem)
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
The Mutes (Denise Levertov Poem)
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her ...
The Ache Of Marriage (Denise Levertov Poem)
The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for ...
In California During the Gulf War (Denise Levertov Poem)
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years ...
Living (Denise Levertov Poem)
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves ...
Wanting The Moon (Denise Levertov Poem)
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a ...
Adam’s Complaint (Denise Levertov Poems)
Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark, ...