slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I learn to affirm Truth's light at strange turns of the mind's road, wrong turns that lead over the border into wonder. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
We have the words in our pockets, obscure directions. The old ones have taken away the light of their presence. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I watch the clouds as I see them in pomp advancing, pursuing the fallen sun. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me.… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered to them;… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something this is in process. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
Putting his hope in certain death, lowering his head again to the grass. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
“I am, a shadow that grows longer as the sun moves, drawn out on a thread of wonder. If I bear burdens they begin… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am... — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over theline and slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment in… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I see him across the street, the blind man, and now he says he can find his way. He knows where he is going,… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
