In Mind
Denise Levertov
There's in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but
fair-featured, and smelling of
apples or 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.
Rote Cocotte, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, c.1914
3 comments:
A turbulent moon-ridden girl...that makes me smile. I know her.
Where do you find such great literature?
I'm glad you share my admiration for it, Bellatrix. The world is full of beauty, as you know--just gotta look for it ;-)
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