Anna Kirshenbaum


My Scarves Remind Me Of... - Poem by Anna Kirshenbaum

My scarves remind me of scars
On Isadora's neck,
Of speeding cars…

Of cashmere, too,
So incredibly soft and warm,
And of the living creature
From which it was taken by force.
Of me, who nevertheless hungrily wears it…
Now, who am I exactly after that?

Of knitting,
A craft-form I could never master
No matter who tried to teach me –
My mother, grandmother,
Two aunts and a cousin.

Of fashion,
With its alien notion of beauty,
Of the half-starved who kneel before it,
Of its irresponsible adepts,
Who failed to remember their human duties.


Comments about My Scarves Remind Me Of... by Anna Kirshenbaum

  • Gold Star - 29,058 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/7/2014 10:01:00 AM)

    A good poem and recited. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,836 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/16/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    Wow such a unique poetic adoration of scarves. I find headscarves useful n handy too. I hope u coment my latest poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 12, 2013


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