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Denise Levertov

Bearing the Light

Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds—the indivisible shared out in endless abundance.

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Web

Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance,
Variation on a Theme by Rilke

A certain day became a presence to… there it was, confronting me—a sky… a being. And before it started to… from the height of noon, it leaned… and struck my shoulder as if with
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Celebration

Brilliant, this day '€“ a young vi… Morning shadow cut by sharpest sci… deft hands. And every prodigy of g… whether it’s ferns or lichens or n… or impatient points of buds on spi…
Ein Baum Erzählt von Orpheus

Weier Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als… hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser… von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonte… bewegte sich nicht; das Laub meine… regungslos.
The Dog of Art

That dog with daisies for eyes who flashes forth flame of his very self at every ba… is the Dog of Art. Worked in wool, his blind eyes
Sojourns in the Parallel World

We live our lives of human passion… cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free
People at Night

A night that cuts between you and… and you and you and you and me: jostles us apart, a man el… through a crowd.       & nbsp;…       &nbs p;       &nbsp…
An Excerpt From &Quot;Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus&Quot;

iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor’s chimney casts on the…
Hymn to Eros

O Eros, silently smiling one, hea… Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presence enfold me, as if darkness
The Breathing

An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog
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Everything That Acts Is Actual

From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone
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Contraband

The tree of knowledge was the tree… That’s why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled t… for use a pinch at a time, a condi…
The Thread

Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as
September 1961

This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets,
Living

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun,



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