Anna Paquin
did cartwheels
for your attention
on a windy beach
in New Zealand
while you played, Helen.
Karekare beach is full
of mud, not music.
Harvey Keitel watched
and listened
and we all fell in love
with you, Miss Hunter.
You sway when you play
and close your eyes
to better enjoy
the moment.
I am also
“afraid of my will”
sometimes,
as you told your
husband, Sam Neill,
not through words, though.
Your corset came lose
and taut hair down,
only when you chose.
“The heart asks pleasure
first.”
Yes, Emily Dickenson,
“and those little anodynes
that deaden suffering.”
Michael Nyman wrote
the music
and played it
in the film.
The song
and poem
still echo
off the cold waves
and the not listening
North Beach.
Noel Neill passed away,
No Superman to save the day.
If unfamiliar with her name,
Then you're too young to know her fame.
But those of us of certain age
Can see her byline on the page -
"The Daily Planet," where she worked
And Superman, she gathered, lurked.
For Noel Neill was Lois Lane,
Reporter with Clark Kent, her main
Contender as the Man of Steel,
Without that super sex appeal.
His glasses let nobody see
His actual identity
Yet Lois - nosy, sharp and wise
Could penetrate his weak disguise.
Other actors played the part
But Noel Neill, pert and smart,
Will always, in our minds, remain
The one and only Lois Lane.
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