Denise Levertov, from O Taste and See: New Poems; "The Old Adam,"
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Darkly, solemnly, softly, over and over,
— Denise Levertov, from “Fair Warning.”
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The Ache of Marriage, Denise Levertov
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the days of burning, and silence, and distance.
Denise Levertov, Here and Now; from 'The Bird’
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The Secret
by Denise Levertov
Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.
I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me
(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even
what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,
the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can’t find,
and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that
a thousand times, till death
finds them, they may
discover it again, in other
lines
in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for
assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all.
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— Denise Levertov, "Looking, Walking, Being"
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love poem by Denise Levertov
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Denise Levertov, from “For the New Year 1981”
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Denise Levertov, from "Epilogue"
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Photography by Shiwa Rose
Darkly, solemnly, softly, over and over..
~Denise Levertov
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One of my favorite poems of all time.
Denise Levertov, from "O Taste and See: New Poems" (1964), The Secret
[Text ID: Two girls discover / the secret of life / in a sudden line of / poetry.]
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Denise Levertov, October 24, 1923 – December 20, 1997.
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turbulent moon-ridden girl
Denise Levertov, O Taste and See; from 'The Disclosure'
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Adam’s Complaint
by Denise Levertov
Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.
The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.
You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.
And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.
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My dreams are gone off
to hunt yours.
Denise Levertov
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