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After I had cut off my handsand grown new onessomething my former hands had longed forcame and asked to be rocked.
After my plucked out eyeshad withered, and new ones grownsomething my former eyes had wept forcame asking to be pitied.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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