Words from a Dancing Fool: Another Argument for Jeans

Friday, August 14, 2009

No one has ever had an idea in a dress suit.
Sir Frederick G. Banting

The Portrait by Robert Graves

She speaks always in her own voice
Even to strangers; but those other women
Exercise their borrowed, or false, voices
Even on sons and daughters.

She can walk invisibly at noon
Along the high road; but those other women
Gleam phosphorescent -- broad hips and gross fingers --
Down every lampless alley.

She is wild and innocent, pledged to love
Through all disaster; but those other women
Decry her for a witch or a common drab
And glare back when she greets them.

Here is her portrait, gazing sidelong at me,
The hair in disarray, the young eyes pleading:
"And you, love? As unlike those other men
As I those other women?"

Words from a Dancing Fool

Friday, August 14, 2009

Another Argument for Jeans

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