Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sing O Muse Week: Lost and Found
First, many thanks for your kind words about these poems about fashion on the blog this week. FB will be back refreshed next Monday with the regular collection of tips, sightings, and styling info about vintage fashion.
Today's poem, by Andrew Motion, is about the mundane occurance of misplacing one's things. Yet is there not something more forensic in the image of gloves lying crumpled in the yellow glare of a sodium streetlamp . . .
Reaching the restaurant late
I find the empty shells
of your gloves on the cold curb:
stretchy, crushed red velvet
which slithered off your lap
to float in the sodium stream.
What could they mean except
you have arrived before me
and taken your place already?
The things we forget, or or lose,
live in a heaven of debris,
waiting for us to collect them;
already your naked hands
are fluttering over the table
missing they don’t know what.
(crocheted gloves here at eBay; poem from the anthology Out of Fashion, by Carol Ann Duffy, ed., Faber and Faber, 2004)