16.1.09

I find a world...


Braids

- from The Helga Pictures

Andrew Wyeth

1917-2009


If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something.


~

My own poem, based on a Wyeth painting... originally appeared in Backspace, then Religions of the Blood:

Barracoon


iron hooks like
the nails of God
tear the ceiling
just above
your body turned
inward to the wall
wait the deep
curve of your hip
and a right arm
which is
the precision
of lines with
no color of lines
near the edge
of a black
gape against
the wall
you finish
in a dream

7 comments:

megalopoet said...

ohhh. i know. i have a wyeth poem, too. i will send it to you. i love him. one of the first big art books i ever got. best present.

greg rappleye said...

Lovely poem.

Thank you.

Collin Kelley said...

One of my favorite artists. His work moves me so much. The poem is fantastic.

Nic Sebastian said...

"Iron hooks like
the nails of God"

love that

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

You've captured the bleakness here, perfectly ... this Wyeth out Hopper's Hopper via the use of deep earth tones.

Don

esk said...

Wow. "Iron hooks like the nails of God" - I think I re-read that part like 3 times.

Great poem.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks to you for the visit and the read.