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.
Intrusion
Analysis, meaning and summary of Denise Levertov's poem Intrusion
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