‘I Left My Gloves at the Analyst’s’ by Nancy Weber The Society June 30, 2014 Humor, Poetry 4 Comments I left my gloves at the analyst’s He called to say he’d found them Black, he said, lined with cotton Green, I said, lined with satin He saw them right, confound him Not the leather, a fine dark green But the lining—just cotton Ordinary winter stuff Dull patina, flannel-rough No wonder I’d forgotten But warm and lasting, he may say More likely, he won’t say it Or if by any chance he kissed Favored gloves I scarcely missed When they were in his closet Confound the man? Oh, not a prayer He has seen the gloves I wear I’ll never stand him on his head Or turn the couch into a bed Green for black may be misread But cotton’s cotton from his chair Nancy Weber is the author of 20-some books, including the 1970s memoir The Life Swap, about her attempt to become another woman while that woman was (supposedly) trying to become her. Featured Image: “Woman in a Boat” by James Tissot (1836-1902). NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 4 Responses Anita Keal Wolkowitz July 1, 2014 Dearest Nancy: Your poem is wonderful. Witty, painful, true you were and still are a remarkable human WOMAN. Love, anita. PS Morty loved it, too! In the words of Morty: ” It’;s beautiful, but perchance, is this a shrunken version?” Reply Lucy July 2, 2014 This is an utterly brilliant poem and I love everything about it. Funny and poignant at the same time, this poem is beautifully edited and although it provides a great deal to ponder, it is as succinct as it is superb. I love it. Bravo! Reply Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg Reply Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg [email protected] Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Anita Keal Wolkowitz July 1, 2014 Dearest Nancy: Your poem is wonderful. Witty, painful, true you were and still are a remarkable human WOMAN. Love, anita. PS Morty loved it, too! In the words of Morty: ” It’;s beautiful, but perchance, is this a shrunken version?” Reply
Lucy July 2, 2014 This is an utterly brilliant poem and I love everything about it. Funny and poignant at the same time, this poem is beautifully edited and although it provides a great deal to ponder, it is as succinct as it is superb. I love it. Bravo! Reply
Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg Reply
Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg [email protected] Reply
