The Broken Sandal by Denise Levertov
"Where was I going? / Where was I going I can’t / go to now, unless hurting?"
Living by Denise Levertov
1. Every day is a fight to the surface. 2. Ask me the whys and I have no answer. I really don't. 3. At the dinner table, C. pokes me and pokes me like a child picking at a scab, and I stare back
A Woman Alone by Denise Levertov
Woke up with a sadness I can't explain. Went to a bookstore and walked around to make it go away. It usually works, but not today. Went home, took a nap. Dreamt I was underwater again. My lover was drowning.
To the Reader by Denise Levertov
A headache the size of the earth this afternoon. I can't believe how slow this week has been. I want to be near the sea. But you'll laugh: I still don't know how to swim. To the Reader Denise Levertov As you read,
Talking to Grief by Denise Levertov
May 10, 1997 - September 3, 2006 Talking to Grief Denise Levertov Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give
The Mutes by Denise Levertov
I love this. Read this poem at the library the other day, and since I can't borrow any more books (my load is full), I had to copy it. On tissue paper, because it's the only blank thing left in