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citybookspgh: POEM OF THE DAY: “Celebration” by Denise Levertov.

themarchhare421: A poem a day: "Goodbye to Tolerance" by Denise Levertov

ohthatwright: It Should be Visible, from Sands of the Well, by Denise Levertov:

CamyLuna: Denise Levertov's Annunciation

nickripatrazone: Aren't there annunciations / of one sort or another / in most lives? — Denise Levertov

_owendouglas: reading Denise Levertov this morning

YnysDyn: I'm choosing poetry over panic and reading Denise Levertov's "Annunciation." This time last year I finished my chapter on her and Balthasar; my faith was never stronger, my appetite for beauty never more acute. Letting her pray me back to that power today.

JillPearlman: Denise Levertov -- The tragic and fearful character of our times is not something from which we can detach ourselves; we are in it, as fish are in the sea, whether we speak about it in our poems or not. 1/2

PerAlasPorci: "But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions courage. The engendering Spirit did not enter her without consent. God waited." From "Annunciation" (Levertov)

sophya_soko: I am looking always for the sea. Denise Levertov, from Life in the Forest: Poems; “Metamorphic Journal”

POETSorg: “The poem I always return to is ‘The Broken Sandal’ by Denise Levertov. It is a reminder to live with intention—to re-evaluate those intentions from time to time, and to take care of one another. Remember, everyone is going through this.” —Tari S.

ERBks: Seven of our favorite poems for this Lenten season: Madeleine L’Engle, GM Hopkins, Denise Levertov, MORE

HowardFricker: Check out this tweet from POETSorg: “The poem I always return to is ‘The Broken Sandal’ by Denise Levertov. It is a reminder to live with intention—to…

JohnN495: Denise Levertov has some amazing poetry about Saint Romero.

MatthewBattles: ...Its intelligence would be of a high order, neither human nor animal, elvish. And it would purr, though of course, it being a house, you would sit in its lap, not it in yours. —Denise Levertov, "What My House Would Be Like If It Were A Person"

ThingsLibSays: "This was the moment no one speaks of, when she could still refuse. A breath unbreathed, Spirit, suspended, waiting." -- Denise Levertov, The Anunciation

BecomingJohnny: Denise Levertov~ Marvelous Truth confront us at every turn in every guise.

QuitsQuotes: Denise Levertov~ Marvelous Truth confront us at every turn in every guise.

EnsPulver1958: Goodbye to Tolerance by Denise Levertov | Poetry Foundation

uufortwayne: Sometimes wisdom only comes when we open ourselves to the needs and concerns of other people. Allow poet Denise Levertov to help you ask, "Whose question might be my gift?" Full poem at

KamalZeyada11: Where is my life? Where is my life? What have I done with my life? — Denise Levertov, from The Complete Poems of Denise Levertov; “The Old Adam,” .

br1gid: i was this-close to using another spring by denise levertov, but that one was too dark even for me today

WNBASFChapter: Denise Levertov on Making Art Amid Chaos and the Artist's Task to Awaken Society's Sleepers

ANILAWHITNEY: My dreams are gone off to hunt yours. 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)

that_mc: 28 Retweets: Misnomer, by Denise Levertov

JohnN495: Denise Levertov tells us that it isn't enough to work for peace. We actually have to *make* it, almost ex nihilo. And how? Love, caritas. Love will save our world.

that_mc: 74 Likes: Airshow Practice, by Denise Levertov

rhousden: The Fountain 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)

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The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls
 by Wallace Stevens

Portentous enunciation, syllable
To blessed syllable affined, and sound
Bubbling felicity in cantilene,
Prolific and tormenting tenderness
Of music, as it comes to unison,
Forgather and bell boldly Crispin's last
Deduction. Thrum, with a proud douceur
His grand pronunciamento and devise.
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