Quote #39
Women of the Beat Biography for Denise Levertov
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- Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered …
- All these He will swiftly lead to the Paradise road: they are safe. That done, there must take place that struggle no human presumes to pic…
- Didmas, neighbor in death, Golgotha dust still streaked on the dried sweat of his body no one had washed and anointed, is here, for sequenc…
- Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber...
- You are the stream, the fish, the light, the pulsing shadow. You the unchanging presence, in whom all moves and changes. How can I focus my…
- Not for one second will my self hold still, but wanders anywhere, everywhere it can turn. Not you, it is I am absent.
- Lord, not you, it is I who am absent.
- He himself must be the key, now, to the next door, the next terrors of freedom and joy.