"In Mind" by Denise Levertov
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There’s in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but
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fair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wears
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a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she
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is kind and very clean without
ostentation–
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but she has
no imagination
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And there’s a
turbulent moon-ridden girl
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or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers
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and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs.
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but she is not kind.
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i think in me there is a joyous beast and a melancholy man