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.
Denise LevertovBut for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.
Denise LevertovWriting poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.
Denise LevertovInsofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
Denise Levertov