Poems by Denise Levertov
Looking, Walking, Being
... They touch fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor ...
To the Snake
... which left a long wake of pleasure, as the leaves moved ...
Seeing For A Moment
... the dogsrising from sleep and clamoring ...
A Tree Telling of Orpheus
... ugh his lyre (now I knew its name) were both frost and fire, its chords flamed up to the crown of me ...
Pleasures
... belying design. Or a fruit, mamey,cased in rough brown peel, the flesh ...
The Breathing
... no other than happiness itself, a breathing ...
The Thread
... Was it not long ago this thread ...
Intrusion
... had withered, and new ones grownsomething my former eyes had wept for ...
Aware
... Next time I'll move like cautious sunlight, open ...
Variation On A Theme By Rilke
... rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened, ...
An Embroidery
... bank the fire. Sunk in the clouds of their feather bed ...
Illustrious Ancestors
... thinking some line still taut between me and them, ...
Contraband
... That fruit was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder ...
Everything That Acts Is Actual
... What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth ...
The Avowal
... into Creator Spirits deep embrace, ...
