Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>>
>> > On Monday, December 19, 2022 at 2:30:16 PM UTC-5, W.Dockery wrote:
>> >> General-Zod wrote:
>> >>
>> >> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> >>
>> >> >> The Barefoot Contessa
>> >>
>> >> >> Ashen grey
>> >> >> all the memories in a can.
>> >>
>> >> >> Involvement
>> >> >> under the liquid blue evening.
>> >>
>> >> >> Midnight tries
>> >> >> I called my mom and dad.
>> >>
>> >> >> They had heard no news
>> >> >> everyone seemed to be in the dark.
>> >>
>> >> >> Moving around these city streets
>> >> >> new tennis shoes bounced me.
>> >>
>> >> >> Springing on to somewhere else
>> >> >> now and then.
>> >>
>> >> >> Thinking about my friend
>> >> >> who I should have killed.
>> >>
>> >> >> Thinking about my
>> >> >> artistic failures.
>> >>
>> >> >> Wondering about my
>> >> >> pretentious involvement.
>> >>
>> >> >> Speaking to some
>> >> >> well known people.
>> >>
>> >> >> Thinking about some who
>> >> >> have fallen in stature.
>> >>
>> >> >> After the fall
>> >> >> there golden silk
>> >> >> and her sweet red lips.
>> >>
>> >> >> Bluest evening falls
>> >> >> over lighted Atlanta.
>> >>
>> >> >> On her lips
>> >> >> I tasted the wine.
>> >>
>> >> >> Afterwards
>> >> >> I made love to her
>> >> >> under the oaks
>> >> >> facing the lake.
>> >>
>> >> >> Blue numbers of recall
>> >> >> her hair was golden.
>> >>
>> >> >> She sipped a beer with me
>> >> >> in the warm November evening.
>> >>
>> >> >> The stars were glistening
>> >> >> the weather was crispy and right.
>> >>
>> >> >> Barefoot Contessa in the shadows
>> >> >> she remained out of sight.
>> >>
>> >> >> Spindles of her legs
>> >> >> so long and brown.
>> >>
>> >> >> Thinking as I type this moment
>> >> >> out of the past.
>> >>
>> >> >> Feeling the heat
>> >> >> we lay between the sheets
>> >> >> as morning cut through so blue.
>> >>
>> >> >> As I walked with her
>> >> >> barefoot in the dew.
>> >>
>> >> >> After a nap
>> >> >> sitting with her on my lap
>> >> >> smoking a cigarette or two.
>> >>
>> >> >> Later
>> >> >> when she read my poem
>> >> >> she cried her prayers to all the world.
>> >>
>> >> >> I watched
>> >> >> as into the parking lot
>> >> >> my amulet she hurled.
>> >>
>> >> >> Water drip in the sink
>> >> >> seems to echo over Ansley Square.
>> >>
>> >> >> There on the edge
>> >> >> shattering the silence
>> >> >> in this vacant room.
>> >>
>> >> >> So much subterfuge
>> >> >> to make love to her.
>> >> >> Under the oaks
>> >> >> facing the lake.
>> >>
>> >> >> -Will Dockery (11-26-81)
>> >>
>> >> >> ----
>> >> >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >> >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-barefoot-contessa.html
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> > Love this poem, it evokes the later days of Bogart so well....
>> >>
>> >> > ***** The Barefoot Contessa (1954) - When Harry Met Maria Scene ******
>> >> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_6ZpxB4xIc
>> >> Good find, Zod.
>> >>
>>
>> > Love the later, mature Bogar,t
>> You can't really go wrong with Bogart of any era.

> And let us not forget Belmondo...

> https://www.newyorker.com/culture/postscript/remembering-jean-paul-belmondo-an-accidental-revolutionary-of-the-french-new-wave

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