The Spirit Likes to Dress Up, Mary Oliver
Buttons and Bows, Ray Evans, music by Jay Livingston
Ode To Clothes, Shota Iatashavili (excerpts)
Upon Julia’s Clothes, Robert Herrick
Delight in Disorder, Robert Herrick
The Satin Dress, Dorothy Parker
Dirty Overalls, Woody Guthrie
What We Love, Alicia Suskin Ostriker
The Cap and Bells, W.B. Yeats
Blue Suede Shoes, Carl Perkins
What Do Women Want? Kim Addonizio
Couture, Mark Doty
I Feel Pretty, Stephen Sondheim, music by Leonard Bernstein
The Spirit Likes to Dress Up
by Mary Oliver
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Buttons and Bows
by Ray Evans, music by Jay Livingston
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Ode to Clothes (excerpts)
by Shota Iatashavili
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Upon Julia’s Clothes
by Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
—O how that glittering taketh me!
Delight in Disorder
by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse:
A Lawne about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction:
An erring Lace, which here and there
Enthralls the Crimson Stomacher:
A Cuffe neglectfull, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly:
A winning wave (deserving Note)
In the tempestuous petticote:
A careless shooe-string, in whose tye
I see a wilde civility:
Doe more bewitch me, then when Art
Is too precise in every part.
The Satin Dress
by Dorothy Parker
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Dirty Overalls
by Woody Guthrie
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What We Love
by Alicia Suskin Ostriker
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The Cap and Bells
by William Butler Yeats
The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night-gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.
He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
‘I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,
‘I will send them to her and die’;
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
Blue Suede Shoes
by Carl Perkins
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What Do Women Want?
by Kim Addonizio
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Couture
by Mark Doby
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I Feel Pretty
by Stephen Sondheim, music by Leonard Bernstein
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