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
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