Talking to Grief

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Talking to Grief

Talking to Grief
September 1961
In Mind
Celebration
Untitled
Aware

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.

AuthorDenise Levertov
2018-08-21T17:23:17+00:00 November 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 45|0 Comments