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Born in October 24, 1923 / Died in December 20, 1997 / United States / English

Poems by Denise Levertov

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Psalm Concerning The Castle

...   wide lands around it, let that country where it stands be ...

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What Were They Like?

... and the water buffalo stepped surely along terraces, ...

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The Secret

... They told me(through a third person) ...

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People at Night

... franks, roasted nutmeats-Or going up to some apartment, yours ...

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Wedding-Ring

... Change it into a simple gift I could give in friendship ...

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The Ache Of Marriage

... not to be known outside ittwo by two in the ark of ...

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In California During the Gulf War

... the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,certain airy white blossoms punctually ...

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Living

... so cold and so easy to catch, dreamilymoves his delicate feet ...

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Wanting The Moon

... hidden among the darkest trees, musicover the water, making a silence ...

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Adam's Complaint

... Some people, no matter what you give them, ...

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Talking to Grief

... You need the right to warn off intruders, ...

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In Mind

... is light brown and smooth, and sheis kind and very clean without ...

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Celebration

... a festive right, and sing the oceanic chant the wind ...

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Losing Track

... away from me I think you are still with me:you come in close to the shore ...

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The Mutes

... a warm hole. It's a wordin grief-language, nothing to do with ...