Life can sometimes scream poetry at you

and expose all your inner silly.

I love the musical Jersey Boys; I particularly liked the original London cast which I only knew from the extremely wonderful work their PR people did on the internet. If you’re a Jersey Boys fan, I suggest you look up their series of videos of the ‘making-of’ and behind-the-scenes stuff because it was the best marketing I’ve ever seen for a musical online. Granted, I don’t do a lot of surfing for musical theater websites, but their site really sucked me in.

One publicity still caught my eye and sent me right to a Dorothy Parker poem. I have no good reason for this, but it’s this poem:

The Red Dress

I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
I have the silly gown.

The Red Dress by Dorothy Parker
 
 It’s that line about “hair like metal in the sun” that sends me to this poem whenever I look at this photograph. (I hope the Jersey Boys people are okay with my putting this photo up. It’s from their site via a fan site.) See the hair? I guess the 1950s gel makes it look metallic to me…And he fits the rest of the description pretty well, too, I suppose.
 
So you see what I mean when I say the life can scream poetry at you and make you feel silly, especially when you’re declaring it on your blog. But it’s just too much fun to draw attention to these poetic associations because EVERYONE has them in some form or another. You know you do!
 
I don’t know why but I seem to have visual associations for two other poems, as well. What is it about poems? I’ve never even been a huge poetry fan.  To come later: Matthew Arnold’s Dover Beach and Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias, two great high school poems for which I think my textbook sent imagery into my mind forever.
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