Eros By Denise Levertov

Eros The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair — don’t assume that like a flower his attributes are there to …

Matins By Denise Levertov

Matins i The authentic! Shadows of it sweep past in dreams, one could say imprecisely, evoking the almost-silent ripping apart of giant …

Witness By Denise Levertov

Witness by Denise Levertov Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain …

Celebration By Denise Levertov

Celebration by Denise Levertov Brilliant, this day — a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. …

Scraps Of Moon By Denise Levertov

Scraps of moon by Denise Levertov Scraps of moon bobbing discarded on broken water but sky-moon complete, transcending all violation Here she …

Clouds By Denise Levertov

Clouds The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power surging in evening haste over roofs …

Prisoners By Denise Levertov

Prisoners Though the road turn at last to death’s ordinary door, and we knock there, ready to enter and it opens easily …

Caedmon By Denise Levertov

Caedmon All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Early I …

Primary Wonder By Denise Levertov

Primary Wonder by Denise Levertov Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle …

Making Peace By Denise Levertov

Making Peace by Denise Levertov A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust …

The Secret By Denise Levertov

The Secret by Denise Levertov Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know …

Beginners By Denise Levertov

Beginners by Denise Levertov Dedicated to the memory of Karen Silkwood and Eliot Gralla “From too much love of living, Hope and …

Partial Resemblance By Denise Levertov

Partial Resemblance A doll’s hair concealing an eggshell skull delicately throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, …

The Sage By Denise Levertov

The Sage The cat is eating the roses: that’s the way he is. Don’t stop him, don’t stop the world going round, …

Of Being By Denise Levertov

Of Being by Denise Levertov I know this happiness is provisional: the looming presences — great suffering, great fear — withdraw only …

The Depths By Denise Levertov

The Depthsby Denise Levertov the abyss of everlasting light is revealed. The last cobwebs of fog in the black fir trees are …

An Excerpt By Denise Levertov

An Excerpt iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the tile roof even this …

Only Once By Denise Levertov

Only Once by Denise Levertov All which, because it was flame and song and granted us joy, we thought we’d do, be, …

Freedom By Denise Levertov

Freedom by Denise Levertov Perhaps we humans have wanted God most as witness to acts of choice made in solitude. Acts of …

A Gift By Denise Levertov

A Gift by Denise Levertov Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the …

Making Peace By Denise Levertov

Making Peace A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar …

Celebration – Denise Levertov

Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every prodigy of …

Pleasures – Denise Levertov

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

Aware – Denise Levertov

When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their …

The Well – Denise Levertov

At sixteen I believed the moonlight could change me if it would. I moved my head on the pillow, even moved my …

In Mind – Denise Levertov

There’s in my mind a woman of innocence, unadorned but fair-featured and smelling of apples or grass. She wears a utopian smock …

Settling – Denise Levertov

I was welcomed here—clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, the mountain …