113 Quotes by Denise Levertov

slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.

Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.

So absolute, it is no other than happiness itself, a breathing too quiet to hear.

We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.

Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.

our nerve filaments twitch with its presence day and night, nothing we say has not the husky phlegm of it in the saying, nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

We have the words in our pockets, obscure directions. The old ones have taken away the light of their presence....

The last cobwebs of fog in the black firtrees are flakes of white ash in the world's hearth.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.