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Joan Barton
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Actress and singer Joan Barton
Look at that hair!
Século Ilustrado, No. 514, November 8 1947
Ken Curtis and Joan Barton, Lone Star Moonlight (1946)
Actress Joan Barton with Griffith Observatory in the background, Los Angeles, 1940’s.
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national poetry month, day 23
Lot 304: Various Books There are always lives Left between the leaves Scattering as I dust The honeymoon edelweiss Pressed ferns from prayer-books Seed lists and hints on puddings Deprecatory letters from old cousins Proposing to come for Easter And always clouded negatives The ghost dogs in the vanishing gardens: Fading ephemera of non-events, Whoever owned it (Dead or cut adrift or homeless in a home) Nothing to me, a number, or if a name Then meaningless, Yet always as I touch a current flows, The poles connect, the wards latch into place, A life extends me— Love-hate; grief; faith; wonder; Tenderness. —Joan Barton
Lot 304: Various Books
There are always lives Left between the leaves Scattering as I dust The honeymoon edelweiss Pressed ferns from prayer-books Seed lists and hints on puddings Deprecatory letters from old cousins Proposing to come for Easter And always clouded negatives The ghost dogs in the vanishing gardens:
Fading ephemera of non-events, Whoever owned it (Dead or cut adrift or homeless in a home) Nothing to me, a number, or if a name Then meaningless, Yet always as I touch a current flows, The poles connect, the wards latch into place, A life extends me -- Love-hate; grief; faith; wonder; Tenderness.
— Joan Barton