Pay attention! We've all heard that injunction. It means re-directing, re-focusing our conscious awareness of something or someone. “Attention” is a psychological but also a currently popular philosophical concept.Footnote ¹ Footnote ² It also has religious significance, with its roots stretching back several centuries. In the seventeenth, theologian and metaphysician Nicolas Malebranche called rigorous attention “the natural piety of the soul.”Footnote ³ In the twentieth century, philosopher-novelist Iris Murdoch defends attentiveness as a way of deepening “experience to such a degree that a change of consciousness can be achieved.”Footnote ⁴ In The Sovereignty of Good Murdoch includes a telling example:

Numerous thinkers have acknowledged this experience. Something in the world around us attracts our “attention,” and from being “self-centered,”Footnote ⁶ we become more or less totally “taken up” with what we are seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, or smelling.Footnote ⁷“Attentiveness entails the transformation of everyday consciousness into an unpossessive almost aesthetic mode of contemplation in which we surrender ourselves to that which has won our attention and begin to free ourselves from the selfishness of everyday-consciousness.”Footnote ⁸

Such attentiveness is what a poet is about, and particularly a poet like Denise Levertov. Levertov, who was born in England but moved to the United States after World War II, died in 1997. An agnostic in her youth, she became a convert to Catholicism in the 1980s, and her later poetry is often religious at its roots. In her second collection of poetry, Here and Now, published in 1957, she records the following close, attentive observation, in a poem titled, “A Silence.”

One could analyze the detail of these perceptions, explaining how credibly they describe the particular event. We might also talk about the poem's indebtedness to the poems and poets that the young woman was reading at the time. But the poem goes on:

Here are more precise descriptions, but what I want to emphasize is the quality of “attention” that this poem embodies and encourages; it almost obliges the reader to re-experience the poet's perception.Footnote ¹⁰ As we concentrate: on the rose petals, the drops of water, and the birds that circle a porous clay vase, we are drawn out of ourselves and into the world of the poem; a world whose authenticity the poet's detailed seeing underwrites.

In her third collection, Overland to the Islands (1958), in a poem called “The Palm Tree,” the speaker observes a palm tree in southern France in the 1950s. After a night and “the mistral furious out of the black hills,” the speaker observes the tree in the early morning wind.

Watching attentively, the speaker searches for meaning, or the inspiration for a poem in the things observed. Attentiveness qualified by interest.

In the title poem of this collection, the speaker watches a dog as it sidles along the seashore:

In this poem, the dog is a model of the kind of attentiveness the poet seeks for herself. In her next collection, With Eyes at the Back of Our Heads (1960), one poem goes back to Levertov's experience as a nurse in England during World War II. It's called “The Dead.”

Here, directed to the somber sight of death and dying, the speaker's attention remains focused on perceptual details, even as larger questions arise. The credibility of her agnostic conclusions is again underwritten, at least in part, by the accuracy of her attentive observations. This is an objective seeing but also a kind of “seeing realities which lie just beyond what can easily be seen.”Footnote ¹³

In an essay written in 1968 (“Origins of a Poem”), Levertov refers to the role of attention in this way:

A bit later in the essay she observes:

Throughout the next several decades, one strength of Levertov's poetry — a strength learned from and encouraged by the poet William Carlos Williams — continued to be its close, attentive focus on things perceived. But as she reached the 1980s something of a change took place. She came to realize that such attentiveness has more than an aesthetic or even an ethical dimension. It has a religious dimension as well. To understand this element, it will be useful to provide some context.

In his collection of aphorisms titled The Grain of Wheat, Hans Urs von Balthasar quotes St. Basil:

This passage describes one version of the poet's task — as it was developed in the Romantic era and as it held sway into the early twentieth-century poetic movement called Imagism. It certainly describes part of the goal and inspiration for Levertov, an inheritor of both traditions. She credits her mother for being a “pointer out-er.”“Look, the snowdrop has come up” and “Look, there's a crocus.”Footnote ¹⁶ And, as we have already begun to see, Levertov is her mother's (poetic) daughter. She too is one who points things out for our attention.

Elsewhere in The Grain of Wheat Balthasar connects such attentiveness with the appetite for mystery:

Levertov, too, was alive to “mystery,” but a discussion of that topic would lead us too far afield. Suffice to say: by the intensity of her attentiveness she helps us to contemplate, often, just one thing; or a few related things, yielding a selfless, almost “objective” view. Or she presents us with a few things juxtaposed in space, or time, or memory. And the effect is, increasingly, delight, or joy. In a reflection of his own — following the Basil quotation — Balthasar notes: “You will plunge most deeply into the foundation of existence if you consider delight to be the essence of your being. Hegel's infinite superiority to Schopenhauer. Absolute being is absolute delight.”Footnote ¹⁸

In letter seventeen of his Letters to Malcolm, C. S. Lewis addresses the issue of “delight,” though he uses the term, “pleasure,” which his correspondent had defended in secular terms years before. Now, after qualifications about evil and suffering in the world, Lewis tries to persuade his correspondent that ‘pleasures are shafts of the glory as it strikes our sensibility,” where “glory” means the glory of God. “I have tried,” he says, “since that moment, to make every pleasure into a channel of adoration.”Footnote ¹⁹

Lewis spends the next few pages trying to describe and defend the position that “to experience the tiny theophany is itself to adore” (90). At one point he acknowledges the difficulty. “I don't always achieve it. One obstacle is inattention. Another is the wrong kind of attention … . A third obstacle is greed.”(90). His argument is a familiar one: unless we can be attentive to God's presence in the everyday events of life, we won't know them in the more momentous — or even the more painful — events.

Returning to the issue of pleasure, he concludes:

Defending himself against his correspondent's assumed criticism of such a “frivolous” view, Lewis gets us closer to the real issue:

Noting that “it is only in our ‘hours off,’ only in our moments of permitted festivity, that we find an analogy [for heaven],” Lewis concludes the letter by observing that “joy is the serious business of heaven.”Footnote ²³ Despite the complexity and ubiquity of evil, suffering and injustice —such as that in Levertov's “The Dead,” and other examples which I shall consider again later — this delight is what Levertov offers in poems throughout her career, but particularly in those from the last decade of her life.

One might say that Lewis gives a new and deeper meaning to an old justification for poetry as a “permitted festivity,” a chance to look at the world attentively, without the acquisitive, manipulative, or exploitive attitude we take toward much of life. It is a measure of how far we have accepted (uncritically, I might add) the scientific, technological, and ideological paradigmFootnote ²⁴ as well as subjectivist psychology that we are no longer able to acknowledge the power that the objective, factual world has to release us — as Murdoch suggests — from the selfish perspective. And, as a result, we are no longer able to experience “delight,”“enjoy” life, let alone “enjoy” poetry that celebrates the joy of life.Footnote ²⁵ A poem that reflects upon this sense of joy comes from Levertov's 1967 collection, The Sorrow Dance.Footnote ²⁶ The first short stanza — following an epigraph from Henry David Thoreau —presents the words of an eighty-year-old woman:

Alluding to Emerson, Traherne, and Rilke — in dialogue or counterpoint with the further reflections of the eighty year old woman — and sounding like Balthasar on “delight,” the poem goes on to emphasize the centrality of joy and delight, especially as a person reaches maturity and beyond. The poem reminds us how easy it can be to lose a sense of joy — perhaps for a long time — only to be re-collected to that joy, even if only late in life.Footnote ²⁷

Throughout her long career Levertov celebrated the delight and intense joy that comes from attending to, and creating a poetic response to ordinary as well as extraordinary instances of beauty (and uglinessFootnote ²⁸), in nature, in art, in human actions. This attentiveness is founded on, grows out of, her awareness of evil and suffering; and her commitment to revealing (largely through her poetry) the genuinely real, beautiful, and human aspects of the world.

What accounts for Levertov's attentiveness, this emphasis on joy, even amidst the suffering? Perhaps it can be explained, in part, by the illness that would take her life. She lived for years with cancer in remission. It would not be uncommon for the sense of the preciousness of life, and of time, to have encouraged that attentiveness. We could say that a sense of fleeting time inspired her work; as it has done for poets as diverse as Catullus, Francois Villon and Andrew Marvell. Yet, if the sense of mortality sharpened her attentiveness, it did not change her attitude toward time. To learn to be attentive takes time. It also takes a different attitude toward time from the frenetic one about which we usually complain.Footnote ²⁹

In the fifteenth of The Screwtape Letters, C. S. Lewis has the senior devil, Screwtape, give his subordinate devil, Wormwood, a lecture on the use and abuse of time.

Screwtape's reflection is one that we human beings would all do well to heed. In Letters to Malcolm, Lewis comes at the topic of time from a slightly different angle. Responding to his correspondent's difficulty —“that the dead are not in time”— here is how he speculates about their experience.

Now it is a truism that our culture urges us to move at an ever more frantic pace, always with an eye to the future, most often with an eye to maximizing our profit from or control over some aspect of that future (recall how, earlier, Lewis had said greed can spoil attentiveness).Footnote ³² Yet might it not be precisely because we don't really “attend” intensely, in the present, that we are not able to experience this “thickening,” which is the concentration of our present. How can we hope to re-capture — restore — that habit of attentiveness, that awareness of the present?

We are not talking here about the Romantic “moment” or the Modernist “epiphany.” Certainly not Faust's “Verweile dich, du bist so schön” which is, in fact, damnable. As should be clear by now, I am arguing that poets like Levertov can be teachers of that rare attentiveness. Another poet, Kathleen Norris, relates attentiveness to a sense of prayer. Norris puts it this way:

Simone Weil also writes about an attention that “suspends thought, leaving it available, empty and penetrable by its object.”Footnote ³⁴ It is “not looking for anything but ready to receive in its naked truth the object which is going to penetrate it” (93).Footnote ³⁵ For Weil, this attention brings us closer to God, but only to the extent that love of one's neighbor is “of the same stuff,”“de la même substance” (96). That “certain quality of attentiveness” is both a deeper living in the present at the same time it is a form of prayer. Levertov's poetry, especially that from her last three published volumes — and the posthumous collection, This Great Unknowing— is about precisely this kind of attentiveness.Footnote ³⁶

Even when a poet like Levertov pays close attention to something evil or ugly, we know that, and how it is ugly. The quality of attention, the intensity of attentiveness are such (and the particular expression as well) that they make — may I say “painfully”— clear the shape, the contours, if not the actual consequences of such evil or ugliness. In the matter of suffering — if not evil — Weil has also shown how genuinely selfless attention can discover and transform what one looks upon attentively:

In such an attentive state it may even be possible to see and experience, united, three of the transcendentals: truth, goodness, and beauty dawning from the two.

It has been a misconception perpetuated by both poets and critics that the poet seeks to cultivate sensitive self-awareness. This is the cliché that Gilbert and Sullivan — in Patience— exaggerated as they perpetrated the legend over one hundred and twenty years ago. Yes, the poet —like any artist — is frequently more sensitive to forms of beauty and ugliness. That may make the artist or poet seem more self-centered and exaggeratedly self-aware. But from Keats through Eliot and beyond, poets — not to mention philosophers like Murdoch, or Hans-Georg Gadamer — have affirmed that it is not self-awareness that they cultivate and esteem. It is the ability to use conscious awareness to become acutely observant and then to create art or poetry — or philosophy — that presents that world to us. If anything, it is a loss of self-awareness; loss of the self – almost merging subject and object — that they seek. Witness Keats's identification with the nightingale in his famous “Ode.” Witness, also, T. S. Eliot's famed defense of “impersonality” in poetry.Footnote ³⁹ Gadamer, for his part, urges the participants in a genuine conversation to be full of the matter [die Sachen] they are discussing. To surrender oneself to a conversation is like the experience of attentive seeing, understanding — and communicating or sharing.Footnote ⁴⁰

So — does the poet seek to “cultivate” self-awareness? Some do. A saving qualification and a different perspective comes at the end of another aphorism that Balthasar records:

Though Weil would (probably not too respectfully) disagree, the best poets — like Keats, Rilke, and Levertov — are forever leaping out of self in this way, in order to attend to, understand, and celebrate the creaturely world in all its beauty, in all its suffering. Gabriel Marcel has an insight here: he says, “The more we are able to know the individual being, the more we shall be oriented, and as it were directed towards, a grasp of being as such.”Footnote ⁴²

As I now turn to a few poems from her last collections, I would like to argue that Levertov's poetry, as a practice of attentiveness, is analogous to and even a stimulus to the kind of prayer which seeks to understand and celebrate as it gives thanks for the mysteries of life. But, as noted earlier, it will first be necessary to take into account the reality of evil, injustice, and suffering, which Levertov never forgot, and which was never absent from her poetry. The politically, ideologically “attuned” will say: what's to enjoy? The world is full of hate, bigotry, and oppression. And even discounting the way the media and wider culture shape our revulsions as well as our desires, there is a weight of evil and suffering in the world. And Levertov never denied it. In fact, some of her most powerful poetry results from staring squarely in the eye of evil, oppression, and the people responsible for it. Here is “The Batterers,” from the collection Evening Train— where it comes between a poem about a young man with AIDs and one about the United States Navy flying team, the Blue Angels.Footnote ⁴³

The poem begins with a close, attentive look at the scene. The view is subtly sparse and — perhaps deliberately — somewhat general. Only the last sentence of the first stanza becomes more specific, and as it does so, carries an ominous undertone. How much blood has the woman lost? Where, precisely, does it pool?Footnote ⁴⁵

The second stanza turns its focus to the batterer, and his thoughts. The first word, “astonished,” is jarring. It implies a quality we ordinarily think of as positive. Astonishment, like awe, can be a consequence of attention. We can be astonished at the beauty of a sunset, or a lake at dawn. But here it is an abusive male who is said to feel “astonished” at an apparent change of attitude in himself. Here Levertov marks a familiar stage in the pattern of abuse. After beating the woman, the man seems aware of what he's done. Again, the last sentence of the stanza carries a charge. Is he really fearful that the woman might die? How badly did he beat her?

The final stanza turns away from the scene that the first two stanzas have sketched. The speaker asks the first of two questions that generalize the application of the story told in stanzas one and two. These questions are directed to all who read the poem. Implicating us, they ask, first, whether all human beings only value something when “the end is near.” The last clause is ambiguous. Whose end? What kind of end? How near? The next question, sounding like an afterthought, because it implies the first part of the question: “Earth, can we not …” specifies — but only partly — the ambiguity of whose “end.” The second question proposes that the people of the earth seem unable to value the “life” of earth until it seems the earth itself is dying. Juxtaposing physical violence to a person and ecological violence under the category of “abuse,” Levertov achieves a kind of paradox. Attentiveness yields receptivity and understanding, yes. Delight and gratitude? Only intimated, perhaps, in the absence of love and care that these detailed perceptions bring to light. The quality of expression identifies what is evil.

A final poem will show how close attentiveness approximates a form of prayer, a sensitive awareness, an attentive waiting upon the specific experiences, those moments that reveal God's presence. This is “Translucence,” from the posthumous collection, This Great Unknowing.

Closely attending to a particular feature glimpsed in certain faces, this poem weaves a fabric from some of Levertov's favorite images and themes. Always interested in art, particularly art that sought to convey a mystery, Levertov chooses as a first analogy for the “translucent” quality of certain people's lives and faces the “opaque whiteness/of Japanese screens or lampshades.” The second analogy draws upon her interest in the experience of death and resurrection.Footnote ⁴⁷

The final analogy is that of infanthood. Suddenly sounding like a twentieth-century commentary on William Wordsworth's “Intimations” ode, the poem compares the unconscious quality of those “faces/I believe are holy” to infants. These holy ones remember nothing from before their “resurrection” (that is, their birth) nothing save, perhaps, “the warm receiving-blanket.” Finally, trying to convey that unconscious sense of ordinariness, Levertov tries to express a sense of how these people act. These holy ones, she says, are always trying to share the experience that they live. But the “joy” they seek to share, ‘as if it were cake or water,” is — to the speaker — anything but ordinary. Shared out by those who experience “this great unknowing,” the holy ones make real the rarity of things in everyday life. As Simone Weil affirmed about our treatment of the poor and suffering, selfless actions, attentively carried out, awaken the sense of rarity for the person so treated. And such rarity is a form of respect and valuing.

As I noted at the start, the poetry of Denise Levertov — at its best — embodies a sensitive awareness, an attentive waiting upon the moments that block, or reveal, God's presence. Perhaps made more acute by the wound of an illness, she persevered in her witness to both the evil, injustice and ugliness in late twentieth-century life; but even more to those experiences of transcendent and ordinary beauty that await those who look and feel, and pray, attentively. Like her poetic models, Keats, Hopkins and Rilke, she was always at pains to be awake, “attentive,” and this means a “continual readiness to receive the unexpected, to embrace things we have not learned by rote.”Footnote ⁴⁸ To pay attention, then, is our task. It is a challenge to live in that present that Lewis says is our only — though transitory — possession; striving for a wakeful attentiveness that is openness and receptivity, and which is also peace and selfless joy; as translucent (if not transparent) as the light of God that shines on all. And we can take further heart when we remember that, as Lewis says, “Joy is the serious business of heaven.”Footnote ⁴⁹