Poetic Interlude CI

The Red Dress
By Dorothy Parker

Red Dress

I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
I have the silly gown.

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Jenny Lawson’s Red Dress Project is much less maudlin than this poem, and does a world of good to those who suffer from depression, sorrow, mental illness, and those who just suffer, as well. We all need a “Red Dress” – something that makes us feel the way we feel when we see ourselves in our fantasies – whether it’s a literal red dress, a pair of shoes embroidered with birds, or what have you – it’s a lesson in not giving up on your dreams, and about loving yourself. Poor Aunt Dorothy’s red dress is very different – but Red Dresses are still very poignant. Learn more about the project here.

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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