Everyone talks about your eyes.
But that is not what I remember about you.
You could walk into a room,
And everyone would stare.
You lived your life your own way.
You did not care.
Your magnetism was in the way,
your audience held their breath
for every scene.
Your energy like fire, played parts from heartbreaking to the more routine.
Films like 'The Letter', 'Jezebel' and 'All about Eve' made you a superstar.
You did not care about that,
only about your acting that had to be above par.
For acting was the love of your life.
Everything else came a mere second.
It gave you everything you desired
and you went everywhere that it beckoned.
And now your legacy remains.
The love of your films, it goes down the different generations.
No, I do not remember your eyes,
Only your grim and brilliant determination.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Poem about Bette Davis. My mother loved her films and introduced my sister and myself to them.
Painting by Jonathan Harris (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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