Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.
Denise LevertovBoth art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.
Denise LevertovI'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.
Denise Levertov