I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
those beaded rays have the colours
I’ve seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you
thinner than a cobweb’s thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
somehow I remain hanging downward
as both of your directions pull me.
by Marilyn Monroe, undated.
Photograph by Milton Greene, 1954.