Richard Wilbur

Normaly I like to start my post by saying, "Today I would like to write my post about...", but for once I am ahead of schedule. I would like to start today by saying, for tomorrows post, I would like to talk about Richard Wilbur's "Playboy". When I began reading the poems that were assigned to us, I came across this title and was imediatly judgmental. Being a girl, I can say that I have somewhat of a grude agains Playboy, weather it be jealousy or morality. I figured I better read the poem seems how it was assigned to us so I went on and scaned the pages. I read the poem once and became interested. The second time I read the poem, I imagined the setting, a boy sitting atop a ladder at work intrigued in a Playboy magazine, rarely taking his eyes off it. I was shocked because instead of being disgusted by this, I almost found it humerous in the sence that this setting is so modern and real life. I can imagine a handfull of people I know doing this. I was shocked to have a favorite quote out of this poem, one that was actually about the women's body. The lines read as follows, "Nothing escapes him of her body's grace/ Or of her floodlit skin, so sleek and warm/ And yet so strangely like a uniform,/ But what now grips his fancy is her face," (lines 21-24). The first thing I liked about this quote was the way the author describes the women's skin as a uniform, it paints the picture of just how inshape and beautiful this woman is. The part I liked the most about this quote was that it went from looking at her body, typical, to being lost in her face. I believe that the face is a woman's most beautiful asset. I guess the lesson is learned here, don't judge a poem by its title. Well done Richard Wilbur.