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mkimdorman: Where? That which is not in stone, not even in the wall of stones and earth, not even in trees, that which forever trembles a little, must, then, be in us. -Guillevic (tr. Denise Levertov)

mkimdorman: A Nail The nail is only the least bit rusted. It has not had to serve yet. It has been resting, the way one rests. It's one of the things that make this silence gone in search of itself. -Guillevic (tr. Denise Levertov)

janine_hdz: The secret | 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)

adrianmckinty: another poem from Denise Levertov February Evening in New York if the lady in this poem is still alive (it was written in 1957) I hope she still feels the same way

emmarcourt: January 21: "February Evening in New York" by Denise Levertov, for a January evening in New York, naturally!

braindump7788: You cannot will it to happen. But you can place yourself in a relationship to your art to be able to receive it if it should happen; this relationship is faithful attention. - Denise Levertov

MotivatBt: "Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. (Denise Levertov)"

MayaJZeller: ". . . the condition of being a poet is that periodically such a cross section, or constellation, of experiences (in which one or another element may predominate) demands, or wakes in [them] this demand: the poem" -Denise Levertov, from "Some Notes on Organic Form"

poemakontsa: Both Denise Levertov and Elaine Feinstein do a fantastic job bringing these images alive. I am slightly more obsessed with Feinstein's translation.

poemakontsa: Both Elaine Feinstein's and Denise Levertov's translations of Marina Tsvetaeva's poem 'Letter" here:

FINALED: Denise Levertov. The love of morning. So delicious. Happy morning!

pshares: "how can there be a poetry of something that was never deeply experienced, never deeply felt?” Read Yael S. Hacohen’s piece "Rules of Engagement: A Look2 Essay on Denise Levertov’s War Poetry" in the Winter 2022-23 Issue of Ploughshares:

seventydys: I’d really like someone to do a re-run of Alberta T. Turner’s 1977 anthology, which has rare reflections on writing by Louise Glück, Frank Stanford, Denise Levertov, Charles Simic, Russell Edson, Maxine Kumin, Michael S. Harper, Charles Wright and others.

qwertyuiop51559: 92Y/The Paris Review Interview Series: Denise Levertov with Deborah Digges

PaulSchlienz: Superb recitation of Denise Levertov's great poem.

susanrichpoet: Oh Denise Levertov, my first poetry hero

ZeeshanJaanam: One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language. —Denise Levertov

aidaniamb: Every time I read Denise Levertov I am amazed.

qwertyuiop51559: 2015 Denise Levertov Conference Plenary: Mary Gordon

ay_maam_ck: In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all. Denise Levertov

_wabi_sabi__: Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of apathy, fatique, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence. – Denise Levertov

goodnatureart: Devin Kelly's take on Denise Levertov's "Action"

Aplm888Alana: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. ~ Denise Levertov

BrajeshOffice: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. © Denise Levertov

truerkg: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. © Denise Levertov

Videstellae: What’s everyone’s favorite New Year’s poem? Denise Levertov’s “For the New Year, 1981” is a standard for me.

joycebudenberg: You have to come to the shore. There are no instructions. Denise Levertov

jprapke: Pleasures by 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 glass, hidden in white pulp: the bones of squid which I pull out and lay blade by blade on th…

HollyLynWalrath: Currently obsessed with this small poem by Denise Levertov: “Intrusion”

nurserytheology: Lindsey’s Substack: Annunciation by Denise Levertov

TheGoodbyeBaby: The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills that it have. It has kinetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise be stagnant. — Denise Levertov

FINALED: Annunciation by Denise Levertov.

aahrens430: Happy Christmas, all. “The engendering Spirit did not enter her without consent. God waited. She was free to accept or to refuse, choice integral to humanness. Aren’t there annunciations of one sort or another in most lives?” -from Denise Levertov’s “Annunciation”

MaryannCorbett: Last night, after all the eating, I sat down to watch Carols at King's on Britbox. The music was as wonderful as ever, and the readings included poems by Denise Levertov and U.A. Fanthorpe. Here's the UAF:

GalleyBeggars: Now listening to Carols at Kings. That Denise Levertov poem (Annunciation) is a bit hard to swallow.

StGilesSheldon: Remembering The Annunciation today. But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions courage. The engendering Spirit did not enter her without consent. God waited. She was free to accept or to refuse, choice integral to humanness. Excerpt: Denise Levertov Image: Jan van Eyck

OSacrumCorIesu: Stanzas 1, 2 & 4 from Denise Levertov's "Annunciation". Love the focus on consent. "Consent, courage unparalleled, opened her utterly"

StreetsofC: An awe so quiet I don't know when it began. A gratitude had begun to sing in me. Was there some moment dividing song from no song... When does night fold its arms over our hearts to cherish them? When is daybreak? ― Denise Levertov, ‘Oblique Prayers’ Chicago Lakefront. Dec 2022

Bedouin105: What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening. From the poem Stepping Westward by Denise Levertov

StayInspiredBot: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. - Denise Levertov

EmmertAndrew: i did purchase the (near) complete works of Robert Duncan, including letters w Denise Levertov, which was probably a better place to put my energies.

BmillsBilly: The great Denise Levertov.

barbmilne: Denise Levertov ‘Its form speaks of gliding though one had never seen a swan and strands of silver, caught in the branches near it, speak of rain suspended in a beam of light, one speech conjuring the other.’

mark_robx: December 19– “A day that shines in the cold like a first-prize brass band swinging along the street of a coal-dusty village, wholly at odds with the claims of reasonable gloom” (Denise Levertov).

julianne_wiley: "Am I a god at hand?" -- Jeremiah Pray for us. Living and true God is each new day a new God Reveals to us But conceals from us Who it is he is. Pray for us. He awaits us in unheard-of places With His despaired-of graces. -- Denise Levertov

CloseRoboReadin: Does anyone need a copy of Denise Levertov, 'What My House Would Be Like'?

sherlyholmes: Poem of the day: “Everything that Acts Is Actual” by Denise Levertov.

TomDEvelyn: DENISE LEVERTOV. Beauty: “a language you found you knew.” Beauty names the unnamable one and itself is beyond all that. Levertov didn’t let that stop her song.

FelwaAlhudaithy: “Night is breathing close to us, dark, soft.” Denise Levertov, Life in the Forest: Poems; Sunset, Somerville

vivs1man: Heroes of the Ignatian Tradition: Denise Levertov

sweetndpolite: talking to grief by denise levertov

bakingpoetry: Denise Levertov, O Taste and See; 'The Ache of Marriage'

bakingpoetry: Denise Levertov, O Taste and See; 'Losing Track'

FelwaAlhudaithy: “Night is breathing close to us, dark, soft.” Denise Levertov, Life in the Forest: Poems; Sunset, Somerville

TomDEvelyn: DENISE LEVERTOV Oblique Prayers Lyric/oblique: this “rhyme” suggests how lyric engages the seeing heart. Levertov’s descant on “men are willing” joined to Levertov’s realism lifts/sinks the poem to unbearable clarity. The last two lines provokes lyricism worthy of the Inferno.

magistrabeck: I can barely see you but your hands are two animals that push the mist aside and touch me. -Denise Levertov, "Love Poem"

ChuckieKautsky: Denise Levertov went to North Viet Nam too. But gets no credit

mboyatj: Heroes of the Ignatian Tradition: Denise Levertov

SophiaCycles: To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul’s hall. ~Denise Levertov

Badass4Mothers: I don’t care if I never taste your fine food again,    neutral fellows, seers of every side.    It is my brothers, my sisters, whose blood spurts out and stops forever because you choose to believe it is not your business. - Denise Levertov (“Goodbye to Tolerance” 1975)

Badass4Mothers: I don’t care if I never taste your fine food again,    neutral fellows, seers of every side.    It is my brothers, my sisters, whose blood spurts out and stops forever because you choose to believe it is not your business. - Denise Levertov (“Goodbye to Tolerance” 1975)

Badass4Mothers: I don’t care if I never taste your fine food again,    neutral fellows, seers of every side.    It is my brothers, my sisters, whose blood spurts out and stops forever because you choose to believe it is not your business. - Denise Levertov (“Goodbye to Tolerance” 1975)

TomDEvelyn: DENISE LEVERTOV: Oblique Prayers (ND). Lyonel Feiniger’s paintings featured horizons “otherwise indeterminate.” Really seeing those paintings became the occasion of a kind of ecstacy often attributed to the mystical, yet one may be forgiven for just saying “beautiful”! ⁦

GregoryKindall: I read In Praise of Krishna: Songs from the Bengali (1967). Translated by Edward Dimock and Denise Levertov, and chockful of linocuts by Anju Chaudhuri. Beautiful, made me think of nothing so much as the biblical Song of Songs.

FireOfTargaryen: derangedrhythms:the days of burning, and silence, and distance. Denise Levertov, Here and Now; from ‘The Bird’

SunShaded2201: "The day's blow rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened, and what I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can" -- Denise Levertov

sarahk330: "Then bring to birth, push out into air, a Man-child needing, like any other, milk and love- but who was God." -Denise Levertov, British-American poet

SomervillePL: Join local poets at the West Branch from 1-3pm this Saturday as they celebrate Somerville poet Denise Levertov on the 25th anniversary of her death. Register here:

FINALED: Denise Levertov, The fountain.

FINALED: Denise Levertov, Seeking stars.

magistrabeck: A nervous smile as gaze meets gaze across deep river. What place for a smile here; it edges away leaves us each at ravine's edge alone with our bodies. -Denise Levertov, "Face to Face"

endthepipelines: in praise of krishna: songs from the bengali edward j dimock junior & denise levertov

barbmilne: “cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing pilgrimage of water, vast stillness of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane, animal voices, mineral hum, wind conversing with rain, ocean with rock,” ‘Sojourns in the Parallel World’ Denise Levertov

kymberslays: derangedrhythms:the days of burning, and silence, and distance. Denise Levertov, Here and Now; from ‘The Bird’ Literally hate it.

hynesalan: I recently had the pleasure of being in the company of Anne Thurston and sharing in her reflection on the story of Elizabeth and of the Annunciation. She shared a rather beautiful poem by Denise Levertov.

sukasukasaja3: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. (Denise Levertov)

FINALED: Good night reading The tulips by Denise Levertov.

magistrabeck: No one confirms an other unless he himself rays forth from a center. This is the human inscape, this is the design our fragile shifting molecules strive to utter upon the airy spaces where it's so hard to find foothold. -Denise Levertov, fr. "Love Letter"

michelleumunna: “I still want to see where my own road is going.” — Denise Levertov, from The Complete Poems of Denise Levertov

FINALED: Misnomer by Denise Levertov. Art and war. Very actual.

creativeblocker: Very few people really see things unless theyve had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus. (Denise Levertov)

AGNIMagazine: My shell is growing nicely, not very hard, just a thin protection but it’s better than just skin. Have you completed yours? ~from "Carapace" by Denise Levertov AGNI 23

Carlolight: So absolute, it is. no other than happiness itself, a breathing too quiet to hear. Denise Levertov

katiemarya13: The Marriage You have my attention: which is a tenderness, beyond what I may say. - a little excerpt that broke my heart tonight (just a little) from Denise Levertov

chris_fewings: When does night fold its arms over our hearts to cherish them? - Denise Levertov (Bloodaxe, New Selected Poems, 2003)

selxestrella: “A line of peace might appear if we restructured the sentences our lives are making, revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power, questioned our needs, allowed long pauses . . . ” — denise levertov

FINALED: Denise Levertov, The secret.

jodyjsperling: Each part of speech a spark awaiting redemption, each a virtue, a power in abeyance. — Denise Levertov

chiplivingston: Lucia and Kenward loved to gossip about their friends: Gore Vidal, Joe Brainard, John Latouche, John Ashbery, George Plimpton, Anne Waldman, James Schuyler, Paul Auster, Frank O’Hara, Grace Paley, Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov, Leonard Bernstein, Truman Capote, and more.

FINALED: Denise Levertov, The breathing.

AlikiVarvogli: I've spent about 15 years trying to remember which Denise Levertov poem contains the line 'Everyone has an unchanging age (or sometimes two)', because I remembered the meaning but not the line. Today I found it while I was clearing a filing cabinet. Joy! It's 'Evening Train.'

JeffreyRothsch3: Berryman (and Olson) both visited Beloit College the year before I attended! What a loss for me. (Although I did get to meet Robert Creeley and Denise Levertov.) Beloit was a fantastic place for poets. I didn’t regret attending there for an instant.

ERBks: N.T. Wright, Denise Levertov, New Fiction, Ross Gay [ERB Weekly Digest]

pauljimerson: “The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kinetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.” ― Denise Levertov

TinaBeattie: Today's beautiful thing: A Gift by Denise Levertov.

PanchamiManjun2: Denise Levertov on wonder, poetry and solitude//London 1946

MsKatieKurtz: I've been visiting Lakeview Cemetery on Capitol Hill my whole life and only learned today that poet Denise Levertov is buried there.



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