Months before it finally found
its way to an art house near
our small university campus
glamorous stills from the film
in popular photojournalism
and glossy fashion magazines
created demand for a style
the clothes hairdo the black and white
mood and Marienbad already familiar
to coeds in the heartland
You coaxed your hairdresser to tame
thick curls into a cap that framed
your head tightly and taught
me French for words I’d otherwise
never have known in English even
and on a generous allowance from indulgent
PaPa bought clothes that simulated those
worn Last Year in Marienbad
whose brooding mystery
your Oklahoma disposition
could not match when finally you saw
the movie The film as you insisted
on calling it you declared disappointing
How empty it seemed you said
until now these many years later
someone’s wife and mother too
of children not mine you and Marienbad
drift as in the corridors and garden alleys
of that film from time to time
as if still part of my days and nights
Then he recalled how sad
he was when she and Marienbad
first were lost then abandoned
forever but not forgotten
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Semi-retired English professor and former Oklahoma Poet Laureate, Carl Sennhenn was awarded the Oklahoma Center for the Book poetry award for Travels Through Enchanted Woods (2006) and Nocturnes, and Sometimes Even I (2013). For the past thirty years he has hosted monthly poetry readings in Norman first at the Firehouse Art Center and now at The Depot.
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