“Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered to them; have seen in the folding of white bedspreads according to rule the starched pleats of a shroud.” WorldStillsPainWhiteKnowingThis WorldWeakMortalityShroudsFoldingPleats Author:Denise Levertov
“The last cobwebs of fog in the black firtrees are flakes of white ash in the world's hearth.” WorldLastsBlackWhiteAshesFogFlakesCobwebs Author:Denise Levertov
“Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.” GivingLightWhiteSunSkyColdShadowPraiseInvisibleBurningChimneys Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have looked for apples. The woods from brook to where the top of the hill looks over the fog, send up not one bird. So absolute, it is no other than happiness itself, a breathing too quiet to hear.” LooksWhiteTreeQuietBirdFlowAbsolutesWoodsHillsBreathingGrassKneesApplesFogBrooksDeerCobwebsTop Of The Hill Author:Denise Levertov
