In blue shoes I am sure I'd be
A great deal more than merely me,
I'd be urbane and nonchalant--
Une femme du monde--une élégante.
With snakeskin shoes upon my feet
I might not always be discreet,
In fact it's likely I'd believe
Myself to be a bit like Eve.
In shoes with flippant crimson heels
I think I might learn how it feels,
While staying safely in Manhattan,
To go quite wholly, madly Latin.
But since I'm neither rich nor bold,
I think I'll have my brogues re-soled.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Scrutable Poetry Corner: "Thoughts While Looking in the Window of a Shoe Store"
Another poem by Ruth Brown, this time from the March 9, 1929 issue of The New Yorker.