30 January 2006

Denise Levertov

[from O Taste and See by Denise Levertov]

Song for Ishtar

The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me
so the mud of my hollow gleams
and breaks in silver bubbles

She is a sow
And I a pig and a poet

When she opens her white
lips to devour me I bite back
and laughter rocks the moon

In the black of desire
we rock and grunt, grunt and

1 comment:

  1. I really like the short, simple lines of this, and the wonderful contrast between grunting and shining. Such contrasts are what make the world beautiful.