Denise Levertov

(24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997 / Ilford, Essex)

To The Snake - Poem by Denise Levertov

Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I felt
the weight of you on my shoulders,
and the whispering silver of your dryness
sounded close at my ears --


Green Snake--I swore to my companions that certainly
you were harmless! But truly
I had no certainty, and no hope, only desiring
to hold you, for that joy,
which left
a long wake of pleasure, as the leaves moved
and you faded into the pattern
of grass and shadows, and I returned
smiling and haunted, to a dark morning.


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  • (2/2/2009 4:57:00 AM)


    This poem symbolically represents the sexual experience of a woman. the long wake of pleasure of it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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