Denise Levertov’s “The Cabdriver’s Smile”…
The guy’s Jewish (Star of David and something in Hebrew). Someone greets him with much enthusiasm and with his first name; he doesn’t know him? He accepts the generous tip, I imagine, with a curt nod and a “Thank you.” He’s hiding longing and hope though—he smiled at the camera (what kind of camera?) as if hoping to please.
The poet is squinting to read his license plate number; she probably took a photo of his car after getting out, perhaps to give the man a recommendation…
I had a hard time understanding the poem, but I am so happy you posted this description of what happens. I can clearly comprehend what goes on it the poem. THANK YOU for your translation to demotic language.
You can certainly see your enthusiasm in the work you write. The world hopes for even more passionate writers like you who aren’t afraid to say how they believe. Always go after your heart.