[1148] Misty

Title : Misty
Poet : Ruth Padel
Date : 18 Jan 2003
1stLine: How I love
Length : 12 Text-only version  
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Guest poem sent in by Belinda Beresford <beresfordb@>

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.

 	-- Ruth Padel


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:
    http://www.rpadel.dircon.co.uk/frontpage.htm

  Biography:
    http://www.rpadel.dircon.co.uk/rp_frameset.htm

  A picture of the Underground poster with today's poem:
    http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/education/undpost2.htm

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From: Suresh Ramasubramanian <suresh@>

>  The saxophonist playing 'Misty'
>  In the High Street outside Barclays

[...]

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) ...

>  The way you're always there
>  Where I'm thinking
>
>  Or several beats ahead.

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