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How I Photographed Denise Levertov

by Kathleen Wilson

on the long hill
to here I met you
in a bright
invited space

anticipated you arrived
and I young poet
turned photographer
felt so much

responsibility
our college newspaper
needed
your picture

out the window
the city gleamed
across the bay
there were ferries

to skyscrapers
of my imagination
beyond the suburbs
that I knew

you came anyway
proximity
probably facilitated
this fine conjunction

a polaroid
in the hands
of this baby poet
then

I remember
you spoke
of poems
of light

but mainly
it was the picture
I would take of you
that I remember

it happened
I caught
your lit smile
perfect power

your clenched fist
anyone could see
you had a poem
in it

01/15/2008

Author's Note: (Published, Quill and Parchment, April, 2008)

Posted on 01/15/2008
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/15/08 at 11:12 PM

I liked all of this, but that last stanza rocks!

Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/16/08 at 02:16 AM

how cool is that?

Posted by Jim Benz on 01/16/08 at 09:08 PM

Denise Levertov is one of my all-time favorites. So I'm green with envy. So anyway, Poems of light / polaroid picture - nice juxtaposition, and I love the ending. Also, I'm curious if you worked any of Levertov's stuff into this poem?

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