Intrusion

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.

by Denise Levertov

Comments (8)

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
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!
Psychoanalytical in nature, the poem speaks in favour of our innate originality. Artificiality doesn't last very long. Thanks.
The old is looking at the new with frank and friendly apology for the intrusion...........very insightful indeed......... very outstanding piece..........thanks for sharing
To be pitied! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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