Poem Quotes by Denise Levertov

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

The artist must create himself or be born again.

— Denise Levertov

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

Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.

— Denise Levertov

It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something this is in process.

— Denise Levertov

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

Putting his hope in certain death, lowering his head again to the grass.

— Denise Levertov

slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.

— Denise Levertov

“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

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

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

— Denise Levertov

There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am...

— Denise Levertov

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

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

— Denise Levertov

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