Marilyn Monroe Poem by jan oskar hansen

Marilyn Monroe Remembered.

Through Erno Laszlo’s windows, on the Fifth Avenue
New York, I saw her; bold I was in those days walked
straight in asked her to marry me. She smiled thought,
I was too young and, anyway, she was getting married
to a writer, forgotten his name now, but he was quite
famous back then. A flunky came over, asked Marilyn
if I was bothering her, not at all, she said, gave me kiss
that covered the whole of my face. Blindly fell out of
out of the shop, people smiled. Ambled past Laszlo’s,
the other day, they had a picture of her looking out, now
that I’m so much older than her, she looked unbearable
young and incredible beautiful