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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460340" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman on the Underground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nondescript – her clothes say nothing<br>except perhaps, ‘neatish’; hair – just there..<br>certainly quiet; not hiding behind a book<br>or newspaper; nice eyes, though; <br>she’s nearly your age; maybe more…<br>and yet – surely, you’ve seen that face<br>somewhere before? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What an incredible memory we have<br>for faces – like, the managing director<br>of some store firm which you’ve never used, <br>seen profiled once on the business pages<br>which you never usually read…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You stare discreetly at her, as if<br>you want her to reveal herself some way –<br>a sorta condensed silent biodata…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then it all comes back. Her name? <br>No that still escapes you..<br>but it all comes back: <br>small parts, years ago, on the West End stage; <br>housemaids; faithful retainer in some famous<br>Shakespeare with those two stars; <br>A housekeeper in Ibsen, was it? <br>The one you missed? Then came TV; her nondescript, not unpleasant but not memorable face, has served her well, <br>unlike those who always play themselves; she played<br>a Queen Victoria with an inner dignity, <br>a fierce integrity barely hinted at, but there; <br>not one of the famous ones; but unforgettable.<br>And then - oh, of course - that famous Scottish serial; <br>she, the caring housekeeper..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she’s equal star (un-interviewed; <br>I guess that’s quite deliberate; a true professional) <br>of a slightly overplayed, farcical comedy serial<br>so successful that they put on old repeats<br>every Christmas and at New Year..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s been, in fact, a feature of your viewing life<br>right through; she inhabits all her roles in such a way<br>that – you care; as if she were somehow, family..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now you want to catch her eye; and in some way<br>(embarrassing - you still can’t remember her name<br>or all the roles she played…) but in some way<br>(how can you do this privately in the public underground, <br>she’d hate you for it..) somehow say<br>do you know how much pleasure, no, <br>not only pleasure, offered us an insight<br>into many inner lives of great and humble human beings..<br>almost everyone in this carriage has been enriched<br>by you, did you know that? ..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe, if she leaves first, you’ll catch her eye<br>as she gets up, and with a ‘meaning’ glance<br>imply, knew who you were, but respected your <br>modest anonymity; (how well you play <br>anonymous Miss Nobody!) - no need to recall your own<br>most celebrated role, you and I<br>go further back than that…<br>or maybe I’ll leave first; but I’ll do the same..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I left first; as I got up, tried to hypnotise<br>a glance from her; but no; I did not even figure<br>way down on the cast-list of this play of the moment..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, some fan-letter, perhaps? ‘You won’t know me, <br>but I was the man who sat opposite you, yesterday, remembering…’<br>Oh forget it. But what a life a dedicated actor leads -<br>when they’re in work…not many parts for ageing actresses these days; <br>bless her, and her nondescript, rich, unforgettable, life-enhancing<br>brilliance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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except perhaps, ‘neatish’; hair – just there..
certainly quiet; not hiding behind a book
or newspaper; nice eyes, though; 
she’s nearly your age; maybe more…
and yet – surely, you’ve seen that ..."></div>
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