Denise Levertov

Song for Ishtar

  • The moon is a sow
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  • and grunts in my throat
  • Her great shining shines through me
  • so the mud of my hollow gleams
  • and breaks in silver bubbles
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  • She is a sow
  • and I a pig and a poet
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  • When she opens her white
  • lips to devour me I bite back
  • and laughter rocks the moon
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  • In the black of desire
  • we rock and grunt, grunt and
  • shine.
© estate of Denise Levertov
Poems, 1960-1967. New York: New Directions, 1983.