Christal Ann Rice Cooper

Christal Ann Rice Cooper
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Friday, September 11, 2015

POEM: 62 Years Ago Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Married Congressman John Fitzgerald Kennedy. .

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 “The Wedding of the Century”

I knew instantly that he would have a profound, perhaps disturbing influence on my life.  In a flash of inner perception, I realized that here was a man who did not want to marry.  I was frightened.  I, in the revealing moment, envisaged heartbreak, but just as swiftly determined that heartbreak would be worth the pain.”       
          Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy

When she met him
she forgot him
for seven months-
until they met again
at Charlie and Martha Bartlett’s dinner party
in Georgetown.

He, voted most popular bachelor,
more popular than Rock Hudson,
invited her to Hyannis Point
where she met his family

Patricia said her voice was the Irish wind.
Constipated.  Eunice said
she was a rotten apple in the Kennedy Orchard.
Both said she had the face of a fish.

She wrung her hands,
ended up sitting alone,
watching them play flag football,

until the patriarch sat beside her and drooled,
you are so beautiful,
and she grew the courage to shout,
Toothy girls!  And then

a courtship of
Byron, painting, conversing
about Churchill on long walks
on the shorts of Cape Cod, Palm Beach.

He was poetically mad,
attractively bad,
and climbing.

No proposal
until she spoke to him
in French at Eisenhower’s Inaugural ball,
and he asked her

to translate ten French books
on Southeast Asian politics
for him.  And she did.
To make him marry me,
She said.

He’s going to be president.
The patriarch promised her a million
to love him.  Truly.
As much as she loved her father,
drunk in New York City.

Stepfather Hughie gave her away
in ivory silk taffeta
with a portrait neckline.
she wore to please her mother.

Her muddy brown eyes
spaced wide on a face
shrouded in Grandmother’s veil
of rose-point lace.

She lifted her face,
as a sacrifice,
a ritual-death of her maiden-hood.

She kissed his lips
consumed his body,
drank his blood, then laughed
flirted with the groomsmen
inside the house of God,
mourned love lost-

a virgin chained to a chaste bargain,
a technicality.
It hurt.  Was quick.


Then ended.


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