Misty
How I love
The darkwave music
Of a sun's eclipse
You can't see for cloud
The saxophonist playing 'Misty'
In the High Street outside Barclays
Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm
The way you're always there
Where I'm thinking
Or several beats ahead.
Commentary
From “Rembrandt Would Have Loved You”
This poem was part of the Poems on the Underground, a series of poetry which appeared in advertising spaces on the tube. It is a sparse poem, yet I find it incredibly evocative of London. And yes, of course, I did meet someone who made me think of this poem, so I gave him a copy of the poster. About a month later he told me the poem expressed the way he felt about me - and then ran like hell…
— Belinda
Links
The Ruth Padel Official website:
[broken link] http://www.rpadel.dircon.co.uk/frontpage.htm
Biography:
[broken link] http://www.rpadel.dircon.co.uk/rp_frameset.htm
A picture of the Underground poster with today’s poem:
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From the Wondering Minstrels mailing list, 1999–2008.
Suresh Ramasubramanian · 18 January 2003
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Phew. Is this the same London we are talking about? The one with peasoup fogs, long commutes that are heartily hated by those who travel on it - till they see something on the lines of a Bombay local train, of course (well, it is about the underground) …
Loved this part. Is this a woman about a city? Or a woman about one of the stranger varieties of love? Both, I imagine.
Me, I like people who are like that - but so far I haven’t found myself a city that is that way.
srs