The Ache of Marriage
The ache of marriage:
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth
We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each
It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it
two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.
Denise Levertov
Clare L. Martin 
I’ve been trying to study and understand her line breaks. Nice poem.
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Very interesting poem. Thanks for sharing it. I’m not really sure what Levertov is trying to say, but that’s just me. I’m slow in the poetry sense. But the words are gripping. “Two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.” Sounds like something I’ve always felt, always wanted to say, but couldn’t express it. Thank you again!