Intrusion Poem by Denise Levertov


Rating: 3.0

After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones

something my former hands had longed for
came and asked to be rocked.

After my plucked out eyes
had withered, and new ones grown

something my former eyes had wept for
came asking to be pitied.

Matt Johnston 03 December 2010

Very strong. These lines make you think, partly because they leave just enough room for interpretation.

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Sylva Portoian 09 April 2010

Very strong passionate stanzas May be She...wanted to say, I no longer want to write So I cut my hand But my hand grew longer! Thus I must write With strong tune, Feelings enhanced!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 24 December 2017

Such an interesting write by Denise Levertov??????

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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 24 December 2017

Some times, when one has to argue with one's own conscience, the innerseld ought to win over. Very much thought provoking. Thanks for sharing. x

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Sylvia Frances Chan 24 December 2017

Powerful poem, frank and free! This is an amazing read, at which I had enjoyed much, True mesmerizing and thought-provoking poem. CONGRATULATIONS to his family to be chosen as Poem Of The DAY. And my myriad points votes for Denise Levertov, how romantic is thy name!

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Rajnish Manga 24 December 2017

Psychoanalytical in nature, the poem speaks in favour of our innate originality. Artificiality doesn't last very long. Thanks.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 24 December 2017

The old is looking at the new with frank and friendly apology for the intrusion...........very insightful indeed......... very outstanding piece..........thanks for sharing

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 December 2017

To be pitied! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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