As you may or may not have noticed, I haven't done an actual Barbara Stanwyck related post for two weeks. We should all be proud of me, but I can't help feeling that there's been something missing on my blog. I mean, missing in the sense that I haven't actually written words, because at the moment there are seven pictures of her in the header and sidebars...
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This next piece of literature was a gift to Stany in 1977 from someone who shall remain nameless because I have no idea what their name was. Here's what the brilliant poet said:
MISSY
Earth child, star child.
Carnival-colored with bells.
She draws the world to her.
It turns in the palm of her hand.
It will laugh with her
And cry with her
And sing to her
Because
Hers is the charm of reality.
Of guts that sear
Of passion that tears
Of mischief that delights
Of warmth that melts
And of an ever exquisite
vulnerability
On these wings she will always
fly free.
Is that not one of the most beautiful things you've ever read? It took me a couple times over to realize how beautiful it was, but it's really quite perfect. I think I'm going to have to memorize it.
Have a good day/weekend, folks. I'm going to be gone, so, my next post will probably be Monday night.
Until Later On~
I love this poem because it really captures what I like about her. "Hers is the charm of reality" - a real, down-to-earth actress. "And of an ever exquisite vulnerability" - she lets herself be completely open to her audience as to what she's feeling and thinking. How could we not love her?
ReplyDeleteMiss Cheryl, sometimes I think you can read my mind. ;) You said, "How could we not love her?" and I say, "AMEN". :) I'm so glad you know what I mean when I talk about Stanwyck.
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