Denise Levertov Quotes
We have the words in our pockets, obscure directions. The old ones have taken away the light of their presence.
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
Through the hollow globe, a ring of frayed rusty scrapiron, is it the sea that shines? Is it a road at the world's edge?
slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.
We are so many and many within themselves travel to far islands but no one asks for their story.
Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance.
Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.
Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.
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.
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 -
Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemonsoff the tree! I don't wantto forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -
There's in my mind a...turbulent moon-ridden girlor old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathersand torn taffeta, who knows strange songsbut she is not kind.