American Life in Poetry: Two Gates
The persons we are when we are young are probably buried somewhere within us when we've grown old. Denise Low, who was the Kansas poet laureate, takes a look at a younger version of herself in this telling poem.
I look through glass and see a young woman
of twenty, washing dishes, and the window
turns into a painting. She is myself thirty years ago.
She holds the same blue bowls and brass teapot
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