Denise Levertov

1 week ago | jasonmicheli.substack.com | Denise Levertov |Jason Micheli

As an added gift, here is a poem for Holy Week:Ikon: The Harrowing of HellBy Denise LevertovDown through the tomb's inward archHe has shouldered out into Limboto gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber:the merciful dead, the prophets,the innocents just His own age and thoseunnumbered others waiting hereunaware, in an endless void He is endingnow, stooping to tug at their hands,to pull them from their sarcophagi,dazzled, almost unwilling.

Nov 24, 2024 | 3quarksdaily.com | Denise Levertov |Jim Culleny

O Taste and SeeThe world is not with us enough. O taste and seethe subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning, if anything, all that lives to the imagination's tongue,grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the orchard and beinghungry, and plucking the fruit.

Jan 16, 2024 | dailykos.com | Denise Levertov

Denise Levertov(1923–1997) was born in Ilford, on the edge of London, just nine miles northeast of Charing Cross. Her mother was Welsh, but her father was a Russian Hassidic Jew who had converted to Christianity. He emigrated to the United Kingdom, where he became an Anglican pastor, but he was also a scholar and prolific writer in Hebrew, Russian, German, and English.

Oct 24, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Denise Levertov

This person would be an animal. This animal would be large, at least as large as a workhorse. It would chew cud, like cows, having several stomachs. No one could follow it into the dense brush to witness its mating habits. Hidden by fur, its sex would be hard to determine. Definitely it would discourage investigation. But it would be, if not teased, a kind, amiable animal, confiding as a chickadee. Its intelligence would be of a high order, neither human nor animal, elvish.

Oct 23, 2023 | ammangrid.com | Denise Levertov |Elaine Feinstein |Tess Taylor

Home News Morning Open Thread: I Will Not Dance to Your Drummed Up War Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh,�cry, prickle, be silent,makes your toe nails�twinkle, makes you want to do this or thator nothing, makes you know that you are�alone in the unknown... Dylan Thomas, author of Morning Open Thread, has hosted a daily open forum on the topic of his daily blog, "Morning Open Thread".