A woman addresses her body
by Moyra Donaldson
For all my talk of soul, it was you
always, sweet little beast, amoral
animal, who showed me the ways
of Love, its passions and crucifixions.
The artist, the anatomist, the poet
and the surgeon, they have seen
the glory in you; you beatified them
in the moments where they believed.
You are my way, my truth, my life;
I am what you have made of me
and still I do not know the limits of you,
or where you will take me next.
See more excellent poems in Sabio’s Poetry Anthology
About Moyra Donaldson (author):
An Irish poet was born and brought up in Co Down and has been described as one of the country’s most distinctive and accomplished writers.
- Source of Poem: The Writer’s Almanac
- Moyra Donaldson’s blog
- Langan Press: here publisher, Open Salon.
Many religious traditions within Christianity, Buddhism and Hinduism, look down on the body. Only the minority of religions actually celebrate the body. But thank goodness, most people largely ignore their religions. I loved the due awe, given by the author to her body.