Denise Levertov

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon.…

Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers and mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon, and though I am a citizen of the United States and less a stranger…

Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds and whey, for the bear, and leaves it ready…

iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early.…

The old wooden steps to the front door where I was sitting that fall morning when you came downstairs, just awake, and my joy at sight of you (emerging…

White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of treeless horizons. But the white fog didn't stir; the leaves of m…

Brown gas-fog, white beneath the street lamps. Cut off on three sides, all space filled with our bodies.…

When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers.…

Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the ri…

All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring.…

Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every prodigy of green – whether it's ferns or lichens or needles…

The clouds as I see them, rising urgently, roseate in the mounting of somber power…

The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That fruit was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder…

Weißer Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als das Kräuseln begann, hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser Tal kommend mit Raunen von Salz, von baumlosen Horizonten. Aber der weiße Nebel bewegte sic…

The flowerlike animal perfume in the god’s curly hair —…