In Mind
Denise Levertov
There's in my mind a womanof innocence, unadorned but fair-featured, and smelling ofapples or grass. She wears a utopian smock or shift, her hairis light brown and smooth, and she is kind and very clean withoutostentation--- but she hasno imagination. And there's aturbulent 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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