Hypocrite Women Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Hypocrite women how seldom we speakA
of our own doubts while dubiouslyB
we mother man in his doubtC
And if at Mill Valley perched in the treesD
the sweet rain drifting through western airE
a white sweating bull of a poet told usF
our cunts are ugly why didn't weG
admit we have thought so too AndH
what shame They are not for the eyeI
No they are dark and wrinkled and hairyG
caves of the Moon And when aJ
dark humming fills us aJ
coldness towards lifeK
we are too much women toL
own to such unwomanlinessF
Whorishly with the psychopompM
we play and plead and sayF
nothing of this later And our dreamsF
with what frivolity we have pared themN
like toenails clipped them like ends ofO
split hairE

Denise Levertov


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