Thursday Poem

“Such a nasty woman.” —The Imminent
President of the United States, Oct. 2016
.

In Mind

There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but

fair-featured, and smelling of
apples and grass. She wears

a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she

is kind and very clean without
ostentation—
but she has
no imagination.
And there's a
turbulent moon-ridden girl

or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers

and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs—

but she is not kind.
.

by Denise Levertov
from No More Masks
Anchor Books, 1973
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