Who is Denise Levertov

Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was a British-born naturalised American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry.

Early life and influences

Levertov was born and grew up in Ilford, Essex. Her mother, Beatrice Adelaide (née Spooner-Jones) Levertoff, came from a small mining village in North Wales. Her father, Paul Levertoff, had been a teacher at Leipzig University and as a Russian Hasidic Jew was held under house arrest during the First World War as an 'enemy alien' by virtue of his ethnicity. He emigrated to the UK and became an Anglican priest after converting to Christianity. In the mistaken belief that he would want to preach in a Jewish neighbourhood, he was housed in Ilford, within reach of a parish i...
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Denise Levertov Poems

  • People At Night
    A night that cuts between you and you
    and you and you and you
    and me : jostles us apart, a man elbowing
    through a crowd.          We won't ...
  • Aware
    When I found the door
    I found the vine leaves
    speaking among themselves in abundant
    whispers. ...
  • Matins

    The authentic! Shadows of it ...
  • Ikon: The Harrowing Of Hell
    Down through the tomb's inward arch
    He has shouldered out into Limbo
    to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber:
    the merciful dead, the prophets, ...
  • Contraband
    The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
    That's why the taste of it
    drove us from Eden. That fruit
    was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder ...
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Soltroubadour: february evening in new york by denise levertov as the stores close, a winter light opens air to iris blue, glint of frost through the smoke grains of mica, salt of the sidewalk...
Mkimdorman: the saw goes into the wood, the wood splits, and it’s the saw that screams. -guillvec from “amulets” (tr. denise levertov)
Mkimdorman: the little trout slim as a penknife can’t find its rock in the great brook. -guillevic from “amulets” (tr. denise levertov)
Meganwillome: chai diaries organic zingy workout pu'erh & by heart: 'the secret' by denise levertov
Emersonhouston: from denise levertov- ah, grief, i should not treat you like a homeless dog... i should trust you. i should coax you into the house and give you your own corner… full pome at
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The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind-
A billow whispered in his Ear,
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