You’ve seen the way in which a woman chooses a dress from her closet, then stands before a mirror, holding it at arm’s length, clutching its shoulders as if it were a son she is sending to war, looking him up and down and then drawing him close and pressing him against her breast. And then she sees herself embracing him, and smiles, the two of them looking so perfect together, full of such hope, facing the future.
~ Ted Kooser, The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photograph: Drowned in Daydreams
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Perfect description. I am also reminded how much easier it is to be a man… most of the time.
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So agree what all THAT.
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How lovely. I don’t own a dress.
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Really!?
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When I was young, but not any more.
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Beautigul….and, the image you have paired with this beautiful piece is perfect and plays a trick on me…I can see her as both wearing a simple off the shoulder black dress, almost like what a ballerina would wear…and I can see her yet waiting for the dress….stunning.
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I found both to be stunning, poem and image. Thanks Bonnie.
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I don’t remember ever doing that…but then I also didn’t send my son to war.
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a perfect description. i love to wear dresses sometimes. it’s a special feeling.
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I so agree on “perfect description.” Mr. Kooser can put one in the place and in the moment.
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