poet Denise Levertov

Denise Levertov

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Hypocrite Women

Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
we mother man in his doubt!

And if at Mill Valley perched in the trees
the sweet rain drifting through western air
a white sweating bull of a poet told us

our cunts are ugly—why didn't we
admit we have thought so too? (And
what shame? They are not for the eye!)

No, they are dark and wrinkled and hairy,
caves of the Moon ... And when a
dark humming fills us, a

coldness towards life,
we are too much women to
own to such unwomanliness.

Whorishly with the psychopomp
we play and plead—and say
nothing of this later. And our dreams,

with what frivolity we have pared them
like toenails, clipped them like ends of
split hair.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/22/2015 2:47:00 PM)

    Gee, try not to hold back, Denise Levertov. We need total and complete honesty expressed in the most blunt and unappetizing terms to get our attention- -or you might try just hauling off and throwing manure in our faces...

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