The White Goddess
you have slept within the worship of the divine child
you have also slept with the white goddess
she has stolen from you your light
she will always steal it from you
you will always give it to her
she is the moon, she waxes and wanes at your touch
she drips liquid from her crescent
she is the old moon going out in the arms of the new moon at dawn
her crescent is the horns of the bull-headed monster in the labyrinth
she is the rebirth
she may steal your darkness
she may restore your light
she may devour you
she will kill you yet, in her hand
she may steal your darkness
she may restore your light
she may devour you
she will kill you yet, in her hand
is the double-bladed axe
you will be reborn from a tear in her eye
you will trickle down her cheek onto her breast
you will evaporate and become frozen salt of the tear
you are the bearer of that name which you have lost
it is not precisely lost
you will be reborn from a tear in her eye
you will trickle down her cheek onto her breast
you will evaporate and become frozen salt of the tear
you are the bearer of that name which you have lost
it is not precisely lost
it is not precisely missing
and she is dressed in lion skins
1979?
It sounds like a poem from the Diane diPrima workshop in which case it was written in June/
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