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You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

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You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. A Warning from Jenny Joseph. It reminds me of my mother. She and Jenny were born the same year. This made me wonder about Jenny herself. Where is she now? But this one poem has defined her, despite a large and rich body of work. Sue Ellen went on to found the popular Red Hat Society. The women famously wear red hats and purple outfits to their public gatherings, usually tea.

Jenny has published thirteen poetry books and won several awards. She compiled three more books of poetry after turning She left us too soon in January at age Debra, as an ex-hippie, rebel who shocked my conservative Italian family going braless, letting my hair grow down my back, wore cut-a-way jeans and short shirts and rode my bike bare-footed and carefree. Oh, I so enjoyed those rebel years. Raising the kids on a case of Romein noodles, loud music and lots of adventure.

You sound like my sister separated at birth! Thanks so much. I agree, Diane. No such thing as an ex-hippie. I grew up on So Cal, too, and remember those days well. Fantastic spirit pouring in prophetic words. That she wrote this poem at age Thanks for stopping by. I had no idea she wrote this at the age of Thanks much for telling us about this remarkable poet. And I love the picture of the Queen in all that purpleness!

I, too, find it amazing that Jenny wrote this poem at age Never had children, but I love being the cool auntie. I would have made an awful parent, because I like hanging out more than disciplining. Luckily, the kids need both, so thank goodness there are women like us around! Hi Debra! Nonconformity is part of my makeup, so this description of an old woman wearing purple suits me. My 91 yr old aunt is a member of the Red Hat Society and my mom is still, at 89, so young at heart. Thanks for sharing the poem.

I needed to read it again. Great for your aunt! And I ove that your mom has found the love of her life at age I agree, Marcia, after 50 anything goes! Marcia, hello! I read your note and instantly wanted to get in touch with you! My name is ilana Landsberg-Lewis you can find out more about me at ilanalandsberglewis. It is an interview show to shine a spotlight on how vital grandmothers are in our communities and society, and how much they do and have yet to contribute.

Thank you so much, Debra, for writing of Jenny Joseph. I wonder, when she was 26, who it was she pictured in her mind first wearing purple. And spit? Despite her not liking purple herself, I bet she admired that woman! We definitely need to keep women like Jenny and Erma Bombeck whom I wrote about a few weeks ago alive for the next generation. And yet so universal. Thanks for stopping by, Lee! This is such an awesome post! The poem, too!

Love this image of you, Jennette! In the s, I remember my favorite aunt driving a convertible Austin-Healey and wearing white go-go boots. I thought she was so cool.

In retrospect, I realize she was in her late 40s at the time and that woman is still rocking it. My version of age appropriate is that my cut off jeans now go halfway to my knees instead of halfway up my bottom. I love your site, Priska, because it embraces age inappropriateness!

I too can relate. U and low birth weight at birth due to my juvenile onset insulin dependent diabetes since age 3. My husband and I are extremely late bloomers marrage, house ownership, and parenthoodwise. So happy to be finding creative ways to express myself now. Thanks for stopping by! I came here because this is such a great headline.

Lol that your blog design is purple and red too. Thanks, Annabel! I tried so many other colors! What an inspirational post. Thanks for making my day and giving me lots to think about. Glad you enjoyed it! I admire spunk in mature women, but just because you don a red hat does not mean you can do whatever the hell you want. Ah, yes, geri-antics at its worst. My aunt is a genteel grand dame — she does her own thing while making everyone around her feel unique and interesting.

In some ways I think they miss the point of the poem entirely. I now have the freedom to be a nonconformist which I kinda have been allmy life to a lesser extent. Thanks for listening!

As a wheel chair bound 64 yr. Are they cliquish, perhaps? First of all, I love the color purple, therefore love the new look of your digs Debra! Secondly, call me a rebel, but I love purple with red. Thanks, Karen! My husband passed away 5 months ago at the very young age of I have been struggling with living alone, and all of my relatives including our 2 boys live quite a distance away from here, where I live. Having said that, I feel so blessed to have the most amazingly wonderful girlfriends who always are there just when I need them the most.

Friday the 13th of September was very special for me. Excellent, Carol! Have fun in your new purple car. I traded in my year-old one last year. So glad you liked it, Brenda. This poem is so funny for the teenagers when they read it, but when the adults read it, they truly loved this poem.

This is not just a poem now, but we can see the poem everywhere. Is it because, the poem is manifesting the many ladies out there. We can see through them what the poem is all about. By the way, thank you for sharing! Thank you, Olivia. The stuff in your shop is really cute.

Top Ten Red Poems

Ni Dhomhnaill Nuala. My only, ultimate, allegiance is to the Irish Language, then to poetry and to my life-experience as a woman. Writing poetry in Irish is for me a basic need, like breathing or eating or singing, but it is also a political choice, one way out of the post-colonial quandary in which I, and many other Irish people, find ourselves. I do not for a minute suggest like the Gaels at the turn of the century, that it is the only way out ; all I insist is that it is as valid a way out as any other. Nevertheless it does entail a certain amount of psychic brink wo manship, as I often wonder, in mid-line, will the language that I write in be dead before I am?

It consists of a series of poetic monologues to be accompanied by dance movements and music, a form Shange coined as the choreopoem. As a choreopoem, the piece is a series of 20 separate poems choreographed to music that weaves interconnected stories of love, empowerment, struggle and loss into a complex representation of sisterhood. The cast consists of seven nameless African-American women only identified by the colors they are assigned.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired, And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells, And run my stick along the public railings, And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens, And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat, And eat three pounds of sausages at a go, Or only bread and pickle for a week, And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

[lady in red] "at 4:30 AM"

For many, red is the color of love. And science even now suggests that red is an important part of both male and female attraction. For all the things that red is, it seems, one thing it is not is neutral. Red has made its way into countless poems over the centuries. We counted up ten red poems, waiting here for your attention. Doe Overstreet, from Delicate Machinery Suspended. And fare thee well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while! The words in my house were flat, one syllable, hard beginnings or endings, easy to line up— like wooden dominoes— easy to use, remember. Something rounder than what I was given, something beyond black and white, something like blown red glass.

The Woman In The Red Dress

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

The woman in the red dress How I admire thee How could one walk with such grace And such beauty? The woman in the red dress Your comforting eyes The beautiful color Resembles the sunrise The woman in the red dress So young and youthful A lie never leaves your lips You are always truthful The woman in the red dress Your name, unknown Your voice speaks with The most beautiful of tone The woman in the red dress Why must you go?

BECAUSE we have lost the path our ancestors cleared kneeling in perilous undergrowth, our children cannot find their way. BECAUSE we have abandoned our wisdom of mothering and fathering, our befuddled children give birth to children they neither want nor understand. BECAUSE we have forgotten how to love, the adversary is within our gates, an holds us up to the mirror of the world shouting, "Regard the loveless".

The Surprising Story Behind “When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple”

She is best known for assisting the Federal Bureau of Investigation in tracking down gangster John Dillinger. They had a son, Steve Chiolak, in , but their marriage did not last. Her first brothel was in East Chicago and in , she opened a second one in Gary. Allegedly, the FBI told her they could not stop the procedures, due to bureaucracy or poor communication between branches of the federal government.

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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple. With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall from Selected Poems (Bloodaxe, ) © Jenny.

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