{"id":35,"date":"2020-06-18T13:33:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-18T13:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/06\/18\/a-poem-for-thursday-86\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T20:39:43","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T20:39:43","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-86","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/06\/18\/a-poem-for-thursday-86\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #86"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Denise Levertov was born in England in 1923. She decided from a young age to be a poet and when she was twelve she sent some of her poems to T. S. Eliot. He responded encouraging her to continue to write. After her marriage, she and her husband moved to the U. S. She went on to publish many volumes of poems and to teach at various universities. Her poems contain themes of religion, war, and politics.<\/p>\n

To tell the truth,
\nI believe I could be happy
\ndoing nothing but reading old diaries
\nmorning to night. Silk and muslin
\nbrush my hands like moths
\npassing by, the dancers
\ngo up and down the room, no one
\nhas learned the Valse as yet,
\nfiddle and flute and fortepiano
\nreturn to the older rhythms.
\nBirth and death, the fortunes of war,
\nfear and relief from fear
\ncompel attention, yet
\nthey’re veiled in the mild Septembery
\nhaze of time–blessedly present, blessedly
\nlong gone by. Aware of the shame
\nI ought to feel–defecting
\nso willingly from my own century–
\nI stroll calmly through candlelit rooms
\nand down to the quay, to board
\na waiting vessel that sails with the tide
\ninto the finest clear night<\/i>
\npossible, the Comet more beautiful<\/i>
\nthan anything I ever saw,<\/i>
\nand the noise of the herrings,<\/i>
\nwhich passed us<\/i>
\nin immense shoals, glittering<\/i>
\nin the Sea, like fire…<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nThe Glittering Noise<\/i>
\nDenise Levertov<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Debby Hudson\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash Denise Levertov was born in England in 1923. She decided from a young age to be a poet and when she was twelve she sent some of her poems to T. S. Eliot. He responded encouraging her to continue to write. After her marriage, she and her husband moved to the U. S. She went on to publish many volumes of poems and to teach at various universities. Her poems contain themes of religion, war, and politics. To tell the truth, I believe I could be happy doing nothing but reading old diaries morning to night. Silk and muslin brush my hands like moths passing by, the dancers go up and down the room, no one has learned the Valse as yet, fiddle and flute and fortepiano return to the older rhythms. Birth and death, the fortunes of war, fear and relief from fear compel attention, yet they’re veiled in the mild Septembery haze of time–blessedly present, blessedly long gone by. Aware of the shame I ought to feel–defecting so willingly from my own century– I stroll calmly through candlelit rooms and down to the quay, to board a waiting vessel that sails with the tide into the finest clear night possible, the Comet more beautiful than anything I ever saw, and the noise of the herrings, which passed us in immense shoals, glittering in the Sea, like fire… The Glittering Noise Denise Levertov<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1893,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2487,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35\/revisions\/2487"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1893"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}