Quotes by Denise Levertov

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

Every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.

In the dark I rest,
unready for the light which dawns
day after day,
eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination. I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.

I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist.

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.