Thursday, August 9, 2018
9/ Bette Midler, Like Cream
Bette Midler, Like Cream
From all that noisy joy,
from the hair and hips,
the voluptuousness,
the legs, the heels
the thrusting arms,
the softest bosom,
the laugh, the grin,
two quiet images rise
to the top, like cream
to be tasted first and best:
Her rooms, washed the sunlight
yellow of Carl Larsson's
watercolors, and, with the last
note of her goodbye hanging
breathless in the air, tears
shimmering in Johnny Carson's eyes.
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I've had a soft spot for Carson my whole life and this makes me read it again and again and smile
ReplyDeleteOh, that last show . . .
DeleteIt seems so long ago. I remember Dolly Parton singing her thanks to him, too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeleteI think I've been lost in a cultural gulf here, though I applaud the artistry of the words.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, although I did not see Carson's last show. (or many of them, to be honest). I do remember Jack Parr though.
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