Who is Denise LevertovPriscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry. Levertov's 'What Were They Like?' is currently included in the Pearson Edexcel GCSE (9–1) English Literature Poetry Anthology.
Contents 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 ...
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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 ...
When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
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, ...
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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- Marcella1x: “and nothing was burning, nothing but i,” — denise levertov
- Muchloveria: “insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock,” — denise levertov
- Poemtoday: ancient stairway footsteps like water hollow the broad curves of stone ascending, descending century by century. who can say if the last to climb these stairs will be journeying downward or upward? denise levertov
- Poemtoday: two poems by denise levertov....
- Opheliasings: "outside, in the gardens that summer has ravaged, a cicada rages against the night. am i or was i here?'' from ''the endless instant'' by octavio paz, tr. denise levertov