Praisethe invisible sun burning beyondthe white cold sky, giving uslight and the chimney's shadow.
Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus (1981); Online excerpt
Let's gomuch as that dog goes, intently haphazard.Denise Levertov
Pergo Park knew me, and Clavering, and Havering- atte-Bower, Stanford Rivers lost me in osier-beds, Stapleford Abbots sent me safe home on the dark road after Simeon-quiet evensong, Wanstead drew me over and over into its basic poetry, in its serpentine lake I saw bass-viols among the golden dead leaves, through its trees the ghost of a great house.Denise Levertov
The world is not with us enough. SeeWordsworth 925:4.Denise Levertov
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.Denise Levertov