Denise Levertov

Person · Open Library

Born

1923

Died

1997

Works

115

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type

Person

Gender

Female

Origin

United States

Active from

1923

Active to

1997

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners

680

Total plays

3,057

Denise Levertov was a British-born American poet. While being educated at home, Levertov showed an enthusiasm for writing from an early age, even claiming later in life that, when she was five years old, she had declared she would be a writer. At the age of 12, she sent some of her poems to T. S. Eliot, who replied with a two-page letter of encouragement. In 1940, when she was 17, Levertov published her first poem. During the Blitz, Levertov served in London as a civilian nurse. <a href="https

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

1. Global burden of bacterial antimicrobial resistance in 2019: a systematic analysis

   · 2022 · cited 13,882x

2. Not So Different After All: A Cross-Discipline View Of Trust

   · 1998 · cited 7,109x

3. Conceptualizing the circular economy: An analysis of 114 definitions

   · 2017 · cited 6,999x

4. Toward defining the preclinical stages of Alzheimer's disease: Recommendations from the National Institute on Aging‐Alzheimer's Association workgroups on diagnostic guidelines for Alzheimer's disease

   · 2011 · cited 6,107x

5. BEAST 2: A Software Platform for Bayesian Evolutionary Analysis

   · 2014 · cited 6,047x

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Quotes

• “I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist. Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.”
• “To leave the open fields and enter the forest,that was the rite. Knowing there was mystery, they could go. Go back now! And he receded among the multitude of forms, the twists and shadows they saw now, listening to the hum of the world's wood.”
• “I’ve always hated artificial flowers unless they were just flagrantly and beautifully, sort of brassily, artificial. But the good imitations, the ones that you think are real until you get up to them, and then there’s that awful dead plastic, are really vile. And the reason why I think they’re so vile is because so much of the beauty of a flower is in its very perishableness. One doesn’t want it to last forever, and accumulate dust.”
• “Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.”
• “The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.”
• “I was the first to see him, for I grew&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; out on the pasture slope, beyond the forest. He was a man, it seemed. . .”

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