I have made some progress
in falling to my knees
a weal within the crusted paints,
not so pliant as to ignore the common good,
but weary just the same,
handling the poem with stiff fingers--
I am not insistent upon castles
my lover waits in another room
that too, is all to the good,
the raking of nails on old paintings
the tune leaking from the tomb
Someone at the edge of the poem
Her I suppose, dressed in black
Long before, the mountain had fallen into the sea,
leeching the blue from the sky and leaving it gold,
the old brushes in the can tipped over,
the I ching of a lover
who had made some progress
toward the egret in the white light
the one sound amid the clutter
falling from the mountain's departure.
Author notes
Le principal dans un tableau
c’est la distance.
Paul Cézanne
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To write about painting and painters and relate them back to a love affair is so easy to do for you, you take us into the painter's world with touch and sight and we get lost in it, well I do when I read your words anyway. It's actually a nice place to dwell.
C
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Your stiff fingers seemed to loosen up by the end of this my dear.
leeching the blue.... I loved the whole concept that feel not just to identify the sight but the emotion.
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