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nickripatrazone: Wendell Berry, Denise Levertov, Thomas Merton, & a wheelbarrow. Photo by Ralph Eugene Meatyard.

themoneyiowe: “Love is a landscape the long mountains / define” — Denise Levertov

PoetNotRockStar: “Keep writing in the dark: a record of the night, or words that pulled you from the depths of unknowing, words that flew through your mind, strange birds crying their urgency with human voices [...] words that may have the power to make the sun rise again.” —Denise Levertov

CVOmana: Denise Levertov Should Be More Famous

ERBks: 7 Classic poems from Denise Levertov -

ElderflowerJam: "My experience of what it is like to be a student seemed to me, when I began to teach, to be a disability." - Denise Levertov, The Untaught Teacher, 1970 One of the things I appreciate most about Levertov is the idea that formal classroom education isn't *everything.*

margriet_mar: Driving home last night... “But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.” Denise Levertov

wetherby2019: Lives of a Poet: Denise Levertov

PoetNotRockStar: “Solitude within multitude seduced me early.” — Denise Levertov

kristinaspralja: let in the light that answers your desire awakening at midnight with the fire, until its magic burns the wavering sea and flames caress the windows of your tower." - Denise Levertov: The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart

revkatemcdonald: On poetry & peace: 'A line of peace might appear if we restructured the sentence our lives are making, revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power, questioned our needs, allowed long pauses . . .' (Denise Levertov)

PoetNotRockStar: Denise Levertov, “What She Could Not Tell Him”, Poems 1972-1982

schneiks: Losing Track by Denise Levertov - Poems | Academy of American Poets

wakdjunkaga53: Losing Track by Denise Levertov - Poems | Academy of American Poets

mbproust: seriously I love poetry so much. here’s two poems by denise levertov.

POETSorg: Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide and nudge me awake the way a boat adrift nudges the pier: —Denise Levertov

wdavidotaylor: The poem, which accompanies the art, is by Denise Levertov, “The Avowal.”

ungalema: + can’t be imagined before it is made, can’t be known except in the words of its making, grammar of justice, syntax of mutual aid." -- Denise Levertov

hootenannie1: As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace. “The Avowal” by Denise Levertov

KellyChripczuk: "Swimming reminds us that the difference between sinking and floating lies in the smallest adjustment of posture." Quiet Lights: a poem by Denise Levertov and reflections on swimming.

veeritor: "For Those Whom the Gods Love Less," by Denise Levertov

TheEthanWalther: "It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart." - Denise Levertov

armenotti: Denise Levertov, from To Stay Alive: Poems; “I Thirst,”

PoetNotRockStar: “Keep writing in the dark: a record of the night, or words that pulled you from depths of unknowing, words that flew through your mind [...] words that may have the power to make the sun rise again.” — Denise Levertov

Cryptic_Canvas: "And on our lips the blood of berries before we kiss." — Denise Levertov

nemoloris: A spot of swiny grunting with Denise Levertov.

ellenvrana: A wonderful collection from the life's work of Denise Levertov, a British-born, American grown poet of undeniable vitality and interest in matters as small as tulips and as large as death.

Jopolkadot: “Make a place for yourself in the darkness and wait there. Be there” Denise Levertov ~ To Stay Alive Photography © Marco Guerra

jcontd: "a basket of bread that hurts my shoulders but closes me in fragrance. I can eat as I go." —Denise Levertov

MeaningBot42: A Life of One's Own – from a Denise Levertov poem….

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How Many Seconds?
 by Christina Rossetti

How many seconds in a minute?
Sixty, and no more in it.

How many minutes in an hour?
Sixty for sun and shower.

How many hours in a day?
Twenty-four for work and play.
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