More from Denise Levertov

  1. I am not joking. I'm speaking of spirit. Not dogma but spirit. The Way.
  2. Leaps of nerve, heart - cries of communion: if there is bliss, it has been already and will be; out- reaching, utterly. Blind to itself, fl…
  3. To serve the people, one must write for the ideal reader. Only for the ideal reader. And who or what is that ideal reader? God. One must im…
  4. Let Ariel learn a blessing for Caliban and Caliban drink dew from the lotus open upon the waters.
  5. The wind, the birds, do not sound poorer but clearer, recalling our agony, and the way we danced.
  6. pure dust that is all in all. Bless, weightless Spirit. Drink Caliban, push your tongue heavy into the calyx.
  7. Perhaps he will not return. But what we have lived comes back to us. We see more. We feel, as our rings increase, something that lifts our …
  8. I am tired of 'the fine art of unhappiness'.

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