'The Secret of Her Clothes' is a poem I hadn't read before, but it's quite exquisite in the way is evokes, 'in the language of nylon and cotton', the teasing elegance of the unseen woman who wears them, along with the speaker's immense desire for her. I especially like the unrestrained tone of excitement in the final lines:
There was something different about Marilyn Monroe, no doubt. She was also quite the bookworm, a philosopher, and not a bad poet in my opinion. For instance:
I could have loved you once
And even said it
But you went away;
When you came back it was too late
And love was a forgotten word.
Remember?
I did a page on her poetry many years ago. Here it is:
'The Secret of Her Clothes' is a poem I hadn't read before, but it's quite exquisite in the way is evokes, 'in the language of nylon and cotton', the teasing elegance of the unseen woman who wears them, along with the speaker's immense desire for her. I especially like the unrestrained tone of excitement in the final lines:
'the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric,
the slightest whisper of telltale static,
electrifies me.'
I just discovered that Franco Decker Photography has published the poem as part of a (mildy) erotic photoshoot with a fetching model:
https://francod.photography/blog/portfolio-item/longing-2/
I took a look. Now, the question is: does the poem outshine the girl and the clothes, or vice versa?
I will leave that up to you, since I'm biased.
I admit to being a longtime fan of women's lingerie!
An exquisite treasure.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty ...
There was something different about Marilyn Monroe, no doubt. She was also quite the bookworm, a philosopher, and not a bad poet in my opinion. For instance:
I could have loved you once
And even said it
But you went away;
When you came back it was too late
And love was a forgotten word.
Remember?
I did a page on her poetry many years ago. Here it is:
http://www.thehypertexts.com/Marilyn%20Monroe%20Poet%20Poetry%20Picture%20Bio.htm
I have always found compassion attractive. For me to lack compassion is to lack a soul.
Boom
I'm glad we think alike.