Showing posts with label Ron Padgett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ron Padgett. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2018

Inaction of Shoes



There are many things to be done today
and it's a lovely day to do them in

Each thing a joy to do
and a joy to have done
I can tell because of the calm I feel
when I think about doing them
I can almost hear them say to me
Thank you for doing us
And when evening comes
I'll remove my shoes and place them on the floor
And think how good they look
sitting?... standing?... there
Not doing anything

   by Ron Padgett

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Way You Wear Your Hat by Ron Padgett




Boing, boing, boing
is the sound the exclamation point makes
when it leaps around the page alone
like Fred Astaire in a tux at night
when he thinks that Ginger Rogers
is mad at him and only his toes
will lighten the glumness. Oh!
what a beautiful way to start a dance,
just a slow slide of the toe
along glittering black marble.
And in her hotel boudoir, Ginger
in a white satin gown, arms
crossed and lips pursed —
hey, she is mad. And no wonder:
they are in different films
being shown at different theaters!
And they will never, ever meet again,
for they have tricked each other
out of existence.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

In Honor of National Poetry Month - Ron Padgett

The Way You Wear Your Hat
by Ron Padgett


Boing, boing, boing
is the sound the exclamation point makes
when it leaps around the page alone
like Fred Astaire in a tux at night
when he thinks that Ginger Rogers
is mad at him and only his toes
will lighten the glumness. Oh!
what a beautiful way to start a dance,
just a slow slide of the toe
along glittering black marble.
And in her hotel boudoir, Ginger
in a white satin gown, arms
crossed and lips pursed —
hey, she is mad. And no wonder:
they are in different films
being shown at different theaters!
And they will never, ever meet again,
for they have tricked each other
out of existence.