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 op…

- Denise Levertov

Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its ant…

- Denise Levertov

I'm not very good at praying, but what I experience when I'm writing a poem is close to prayer.

- Denise Levertov

There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am.

- Denise Levertov

I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of the body has its function. And th…

- Denise Levertov

In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

- Denise Levertov

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.

- Denise Levertov

One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in…

- Denise Levertov

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.

- Denise Levertov