One may argue that no, buttocks are not everything. Thus, the “Des Fesses, Je Ne Parle Pas” (in English, “Of the Buttocks, I Do Not Speak”) School. These poets celebrate other important areas in the American body politic—most notably the vagina and the breast.
Breast poems, unlike the more typical vagina poems, usually focus on a single concept: Size. (Of breasts.) Despite this single focus, the poems are marked by breathtaking creative variety. Clearly, one size does not fit all!
b. 1986
Actor Robert Pattinson reflects on his unique and metaphorical allergy, possibly a first in modern American poetry.
I really hate vaginas.
I’m allergic to vagina.
But I can’t say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot,
so you kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours.
But I wasn’t exactly prepared.
I had no idea what to say to these girls.
Thank God I was hung over.
b. 1975
Actress Drew Barrymore comes to an intriguing conclusion regarding large breasts.
When they’re huge,
you become very self-conscious . . .
I’ve learned something, though,
through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is:
Men love them, and I love that.
b. 1972
For those who are not blessed with Drew Barrymore–size mammaries, model/entertainer Carmen Electra reflects on artificial augmentation in this poem of nostalgia and memories of the way they were.
I had nice boobs before—
they were small but
nice . . . Of course
I could have them reduced.
But
then where would I be?
b. 1983
Is larger better? This important question is explored in this stark modern poem by pop singer Cheryl Cole.
In an ideal world I’d have smaller boobs.
I’m a 32D
which is ridiculous for my size
and boobs are hard to dress.
I hate looking booby.
You can look
really cheap
very
quickly.
b. 1974
Model Kate Moss has grown breasts. She ponders their meaning in this lightly philosophical poetic reflection.
I’ve just started wearing bras.
It’s a miracle.
Great timing for my lingerie collection.
I’ve just grown breasts.
I am a woman now.
It’s true.
Honestly, I’ve never worn a bra in my life.
Ever!
It’s so awful, even my friends are phoning me up and saying, “Are you pregnant?”
And I’m like, “No! I just put on a couple of pounds and they went in the right place.”
Isn’t that weird?
Now I can fill a B cup.
My boyfriend might not like them.
I’m a bit worried.
In the Style of . . . Emily Dickinson
b. 1994
Youthful performer Justin Bieber tips his hat to the Belle of Amherst in this poem—expressing a somewhat conventional idea in a very unconventional, even idiosyncratic, way. The reader will not think of how a girl smells the same way again.
The Biebs Hearts Emily Dickinson
Let’s be Real—the way
a girl smells
is Very Important—
to a Guy!