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susanrichpoet: Please don't shoot the messenger

sccenglish: A poetry Advent calendar. December 18th. 'Annunciation' by Denise Levertov. "We know the scene: the room, variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily."

godandchocolate: “Annunciation” by Denise Levertov She did not cry, ‘I cannot. I am not worthy,’ Nor, ‘I have not the strength.’ She did not submit with gritted teeth, raging, coerced.

kwmdw6: Poem: Annunciation Denise Levertov We know the scene: the room, variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily. Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings, the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering, whom she acknowledges, a guest. 2/

sacredartstudio: But we have only begun to love the earth. We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope? — so much is in bud. -Denise Levertov "The Artist's Prayer" blanket. Spring sale. Learn more & purchase here

BeatLiturgist: Looking ahead to Saturday and the annunciation and thinking of my favourite annunciation poem. Denise Levertov's Annunciation

theandrewarndt: Read this in Denise Levertov this morning. I can't stop thinking about it.

NewThinq: A personal favorite for World Poetry Day: Matins, by Denise Levertov

SamRasnake: "Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands... butterflies opening and closing themselves in your cupped palms, trusting you" - Denise Levertov Photo: Alanah with Butterflies

cjlambert94: I'm currently writing on a libretto that Denise Levertov wrote for an oratorio on Oscar Romero, "El Salvador: Requiem and Invocation." I reached out to the theater in Boston, where it was performed in '83, and they connected me to the composer's wife who just sent me a Dropbox...

iglooddd: […] we count the words in our pockets, we wonder how it will be without them, we don’t stop walking, we know there is far to go, sometimes we think the night wind carries a smell of the sea… Denise Levertov

rebeccapursell: I know I have uni work to be putting first, but for three days now I haven't been able to stop thinking about this poetry collection idea. I've neglected writing poetry, I do love it. Since reading essays by Denise Levertov, she's definitely inspired me.

NationPoetry: "because of the strong sight, my clear caressive sight, my poet's sight I was given that it might stir me to song, is blurred." This gem by Denise Levertov from our 1967 archive!

thedaybooks: I keep thinking about Denise Levertov's Mt. Rainier poems

thedaybooks: Here she is reading one

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

GroupOl27516629: Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.,Denise Levertov, Poems, 1960-1967,girls, poetry,

ToussaintDonvi5: The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.,Denise Levertov,poetry,

FINALED: The thread by Denise Levertov.

etechne: For my fellow Lentventurers: Denise Levertov, Lynn Aldrich and Michael Card.

JillianWeise: "So to conclude: we are falling asleep and we need to be woken up." ] Am thinking of poet Denise Levertov: "Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.” [

profontheright: and there was no word he sang but I knew its meaning. Denise Levertov, “A Tree Telling of Orpheus”

Karavanprolazi: Growth, branching, leafing, yielding blossoms and fruit and the sharp odor of dreams. -Denise Levertov

UthmanFuntua: "In certain ways writing is a form of prayer." - Denise Levertov

jocelynius: In certain ways writing is a form of prayer. - Denise Levertov

jobacala: In certain ways writing is a form of prayer. – Denise Levertov

lexlmerrill: Eros at the Temple Stream Denise Levertov The river in its abundance many-voiced all about us as we stood on a warm rock to wash slowly smoothing in long                           sliding strokes our soapy hands along each other's slippery cool bodies Quiet and slow in the…

susanstewartw: Sojourners Voice of the Day: You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.  - Denise Levertov

seventydys: watching your face Jean Joubert, ‘Moonwater’, tr Denise Levertov

AlohChioma: "The substance, the means, of an art, is an incarnation - not reference but phenomenon" .... Denise Levertov. ❤️

oldbuffalo: if I had to choose a poem to go along with a picture, I think this poem by Denise Levertov would fit well. The picture is bleak but the poem has a spark of hope. the hope of language, that we learn to speak to one another again. nicely.

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

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)

JohnSte40163279: If from Space not only sapphire continents, swirling oceans, were visible, but the wars- like bonfires, wildfires, forest conflagrations, flame and smoky smoulder-the Earth would seem a bitter pomander ball bristling with poison cloves. - Denise Levertov

jackmalik_pr: “poetry gives passion to the roses, / the roses in the gypsy’s window in a blue / vase, look real, as unreal / as real roses.” —Denise Levertov

MichaelPeach: To make of song a chalice of Time, a communion wine. Denise Levertov, from Entr'acte in Relearning the Alphabet

Shutterwink: Poetry’s highest task is “to awaken sleepers by other means than shock” Denise Levertov

TimDee4: Guillevic ~ Dwellings (translated by Denise Levertov). Like Heidegger on acid. I love this poem.

GiedreP: Denise Levertov 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, each day the last day.

AliceGoodman17: Denise Levertov's father, the Revd Dr Paul Levertoff, I think.

elonsgirlcock: denise levertov, joanna newsom, myself. excuse the handwriting

__jajaja___: honestly iconic of denise levertov to describe Emily Dickinson as a bitchy little spinster

iam_mohammed98: the days of burning, and silence, and distance. -Denise Levertov, Here and Now; from 'The Bird’

aliner: Wherein Denise Levertov asks William Heyen if he is "seriously referring to 'lady' poets"...

pubtheologian: Couple interesting quotes on the word 'religion': Religion means "that which reconnects." ~Denise Levertov Religion: the social place we go to work on our inner life. ~Ira Progoff If only religion was known much more for this, instead of the violence, infighting and hypocrisy.

FINALED: Seeing for a moment, Denise Levertov.

mvalliant306: “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

burninginblue8: one knew that heart of fire, rose at the core of gold glow, could go down undiminished… - Denise Levertov

noonsnack: Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote the line. --from Denise Levertov's "The Secret"

BirgitteUna: Candlemas With certitude Simeon opened ancient arms to infant light. Decades before the cross, the tomb and the new life, he knew new life. What depth of faith he drew on, turning illumined towards deep night. Denise Levertov

barbmilne: From ‘February Evening in New York’ “Prospect of sky     wedged into avenues, left at the ends of streets,        west sky, east sky: more life tonight! A range        of open time at winter's outskirts.” Denise Levertov

7klrn: “i am tired of the fine art of unhappiness.” — denise levertov, the freeing of the dust

7klrn: “your presence touched others,” — denise levertov, the collected earlier poems; “everything that acts is actual,”

Bo0okss: With all my passionate intensity. - Denise Levertov

poemakontsa: Poets and cats! Denise Levertov The Cat as Cat The cat on my bosom sleeping and purring - fur-petalled chrysanthemum, squirrel-killer - is a metaphor only If I force him to be one

FINALED: The need of dark, Denise Levertov.

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.’



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