Hovering light embraces / the yellowing poplars, four spires / evenly spaced, a dozen clustered / apart, all of them backed by foresty dark, / a curtain of conifers. (Denise #Levertov, “A Blessing”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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ablaze / with outsetting infant wonder (Denise #Levertov, “A Heresy”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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Our own lifetimes and centuries / were formed from leftover / bits and pieces (Denise #Levertov, “What Time Is Made From”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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it may fold and raise / its many pairs of green hands / to speak at last, in that gesture (Denise #Levertov, “The Prayer Plant”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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that downhill street / of spilled garbage and beat-up cars (Denise #Levertov, “Psalm Fragments (Schnittke String Trio)”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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he walks / down with the rest of us to cross / the cattle grid, entering forbidden ground / where marshals wait with their handcuffs. (Denise #Levertov, “Dom Helder Camara at the Nuclear Test Site”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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Midsummer rustled around you that wintry moment. (Denise #Levertov, “Conversion of Brother Lawrence”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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Sustaining those light and swift / steps was more than Peter / could manage. Still, / years later, / his toes and insteps, just before sleep, / would remember their passage. (Denise #Levertov, “Poetics of Faith”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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But storm or still, / numb or poised in attention, / we inhale, exhale, inhale, / encompassed, encompassed. (Denise #Levertov, “‘In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being’”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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Alders crowd to the pool’s edge. (Denise #Levertov, “Hymns to Darkness”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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From stillness / the Great Blue Heron / rose without warning (Denise #Levertov, “Your Heron”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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what singers must feel in a great choir(Denise #Levertov, “Writer and Reader”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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the almost purple / of smoketrees (Denise #Levertov, “The Hymn”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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radiant epiphanies recur, recur, / consuming, pristine, unrecognized (Denise #Levertov, “For Those Whom the Gods Love Less”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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the affirmation even before the naming. (Denise #Levertov, “Primal Speech”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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the solitude / of thought before language. (Denise #Levertov, “Witness: Incommunicado”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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There was a dead tree in the woods / whose two remaining limbs sprang upward / in semblance of a lyre. (Denise #Levertov, “The Lyre-Tree”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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yellow of hazel catkins, how in the wet / mild wind they swing toward spring. (Denise #Levertov, “A South Wind”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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Looking’s a way of being: one becomes, / sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. (Denise #Levertov, “Looking, Walking, Being”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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music / flows from the / wooden flute, a river / of honey over- / flowing the honeycomb. (Denise #Levertov, “Raga”) #SandsOfTheWell #Poetry
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