{"id":2255,"date":"2011-12-08T23:05:15","date_gmt":"2011-12-09T07:05:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spiken.wpengine.com\/news\/two-gates-poem-by-denise-low\/"},"modified":"2016-10-22T06:55:35","modified_gmt":"2016-10-22T13:55:35","slug":"two-gates-poem-by-denise-low","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kentreporter.com\/life\/two-gates-poem-by-denise-low\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Gates | Poem by Denise Low"},"content":{"rendered":"

The persons we are when we are young are probably buried somewhere within us when we\u2019ve grown old. Denise Low, who was the Kansas poet laureate, takes a look at a younger version of herself in this telling poem.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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Two Gates<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

I look through glass and see a young woman<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

of twenty, washing dishes, and the window<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

turns into a painting. She is myself thirty years ago.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

She holds the same blue bowls and brass teapot<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

I still own. I see her outline against lamplight;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

she knows only her side of the pane. The porch<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

where I stand is empty. Sunlight fades. I hear<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

water run in the sink as she lowers her head,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

blind to the future. She does not imagine I exist.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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I step forward for a better look and she dissolves<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

into lumber and paint. A gate I passed through<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

to the next life loses shape. Once more I stand<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

squared into the present, among maple trees<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

and scissor-tailed birds, in a garden, almost<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

a mother to that faint, distant woman.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation,<\/a> publisher ofPoetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.\u00a0Poem copyright \u00a92010 by Denise Low, from her most recent book of poetry, Ghost Stories of the New West, Woodley Memorial Press, 2010. Poem reprinted by permission of Denise Low and the publisher.\u00a0Introduction copyright \u00a92011 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts. <\/em><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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