"Denise Levertov, who died on December 20, 1997, was much loved by her readers and an inspiration to several generations of poets. She forged a middle path in modern poetry, marrying the hard, dry objective style of the Imagist poets with the music and metaphysical yearnings of figures such as T.S. Eliot. Like her mentor, William Carlos Williams, Levertov excelled at the direct presentation of the object, and yet she went further, endowing such objects with rich metaphorical significance." http://www.pw.org/mag/levertov.htm CR Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote: Levertov became Catholic and, in her words, "more orthodox" as she got older. Before seeing her as a mystic, I suggest you read my interview with her in Jewel Brooker's collection of interviews, CONVERSATIONS WITH DENISE LEVERTOV (Mississippi, 1998). //She is extremely insistent on the thing in itself, physical. Not everything can be translated into the abstract. If she was also interested in mysticism, as she says in that interview (she wrote poems to Julian of Norwich in which she insisted on Julian's ordinary humanness), it is a kind of immanence nothing at all like Eliot's fascination with transcendence.// The poems to Julian are in BREATHING THE WATER (New Directions, 1987). In 1961 she had not become Catholic. She was focused on anti-war poems for the next long period. To be nourished by the mystic tradition, in her words, does not mean to assume oneself within it. Nancy >>> Chokh Raj 09/09/07 2:22 PM >>> The river is within us, the sea is all around us. ~ T.S. Eliot, 'Four Quartets' The road leads to the sea. ~ Denise Levertov, 'September 1961' September 1961 This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads to the sea. We have the words in our pockets, obscure directions. The old ones have taken away the light of their presence, we see it moving away over a hill off to one side. They are not dying, they are withdrawn into a painful privacy learning to live without words. E. P. "It looks like dying"-Williams: "I can't describe to you what has been happening to me"- H. D. "unable to speak." The darkness twists itself in the wind, the stars are small, the horizon ringed with confused urban light-haze. They have told us the road leads to the sea, and given the language into our hands. We hear our footsteps each time a truck has dazzled past us and gone leaving us new silence. One can't reach the sea on this endless road to the sea unless one turns aside at the end, it seems, follows the owl that silently glides above it aslant, back and forth, and away into deep woods. But for usthe road unfurls itself, we count the words in our pockets, we wonder how it will be without them, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go, sometimes we think the night wind carries a smell of the sea... ~ Denise Levertov "Like many of the writers of the Beat generation, Levertov shared an interest in Eastern Mysticism and translated Hindu work, In Praise of Krishna: Songs from the Bengali." http://www.rooknet.com/beatpage/writers/levertov.html --------------------------------- Building a website is a piece of cake. Yahoo! Small Business gives you all the tools to get online.