Chapter 50 poet without a bra

Three o'clock in the afternoon.The sun shrouds London like a crystal ball.Drink a cup of British afternoon tea, and then walk on the street where you can see the clock tower.Dickens walked down this street.Hardy walked down the street.Lawrence walked down the street.Maugham walked on this street.Lao She walked along this street.Xu Zhimo walked on this street.In such an afternoon.In the crystal ball afternoon. I don't like the face of the saleswoman in that bookstore.However, at such a three o'clock, I still went in.And, more importantly, I bought a book of poetry. The title of this collection of poems: "The Poet Without Bra".

The author of this collection of poems is Stacy Gleick.This is a young poetess.twenties.Of course, she is not a poet. The Poet Without a Bra costs ninety-fivepence.very expensive.However, in such an afternoon, in such a world of crystal balls, I still bought this collection of poems.I like the title of this episode. There is a line printed on the copyright page of the collection of poems: "In this edition, one hundred copies are numbered and signed by the poet himself." My copy does not have the poet's signature.But I like the title of this episode.I love the profile of the poetess without her bra and tank top on the cover.The base color of the entire cover is black.The poet has blond hair.The poet has a few freckles on his arm.The poet dedicated this collection of poems to her grandmother.This collection of poems contains only thirty-five poems.Every poem is short.

Sitting on the train and turning the first page, the first line of poetry is: "I never said marriage was a children's thing." I love poems that start like that.Especially on an afternoon like this. "I'm just a woman. I feel lonely." What a vulgar thought, but she said it. "Fear stays in the womb," she said. "Romance closed the door on his skinny body," she said. "There is a long and hungry journey ahead. He is pursuing the mythical world in his heart. He calls that world spring." It is already spring in London.But she said, "Wrinkled women staring at the fortnightly Vogue." I've always sympathized with British women.But the poet said in a poem, "American woman, what do you think of so much stuff in your head? You can't get anything, your heart is rented out, and you're still sitting there staring at Vogue fortnightly." cover." These poems are not very familiar poems.These poems are like young leaves growing in March.Like the young leaves just blooming on the tree outside the train window at this time.It's March in London.It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon in March, and it was the right time to read these poems.

But, "How can I show you that it's raining inside of me?" she said.In the poem "Say Goodbye to Willow", she said: "There is a feeling that invades me. I know that I am not alone. Something tells me that we are far away from home." What do you think? what.Especially on an afternoon like this.