Words from a Dancing Fool: It's as If It Were Made for Me

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I need this. On payday, I think I'll have it. Especially if you read the description, it sort of sounds like something I'd say/do. Plus, how can you resist the giraffe? Too funny. I love Etsy.

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

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

It's as If It Were Made for Me

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