Affliction is more apt to suffocate the imagination than to stimulate it. Denise Levertov More Quotes by Denise Levertov More Quotes From Denise Levertov We have the words in our pockets, Denise Levertov poetry light taken At Delphi I prayed Denise Levertov flames prayer spring Let the space under the first storey be dark, let the water Denise Levertov space dark water our nerve filaments twitch with its presence Denise Levertov nerves night war So absolute, it is Denise Levertov breathing happiness quiet The vast silence of Buddha overtakes Denise Levertov block police silence Among a hundred windows shining Denise Levertov numbers night years Beespittle, droppings, hairs Denise Levertov dropping hair honey Don't eat Denise Levertov nice money giving I watch the clouds as I see them Denise Levertov sun clouds watches We must breathe time as fishes breathe water. Denise Levertov breathe time water Praise Denise Levertov light white sky Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies. Denise Levertov butterfly touching paper Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. Denise Levertov girl secret two Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds - the invisible shared out in endless abundance. Denise Levertov rain winter morning 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. Denise Levertov teaching teacher jobs The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. Denise Levertov july fire summer 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 - Denise Levertov who-i-am tears tree I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water. Eschatology is a word I learned as a child: the study of Last Things; facing my mirror—no longer young, the news—always of death, the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring and howling, howling.... ("Seeing For a Moment") Denise Levertov dog sleep children Yes, he is here in this open field, in sunlight, among the few young trees set out to modify the bare facts-- he's here, but only because we are here. When we go, he goes with us to be your hands that never do violence, your eyes that wonder, your lives that daily praise life by living it, by laughter. He is never alone here, never cold in the field of graves. Denise Levertov laughter eye hands
