I find a world...
- 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:
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.
Lovely poem.
Thank you.
One of my favorite artists. His work moves me so much. The poem is fantastic.
"Iron hooks like
the nails of God"
love that
You've captured the bleakness here, perfectly ... this Wyeth out Hopper's Hopper via the use of deep earth tones.
Don
Wow. "Iron hooks like the nails of God" - I think I re-read that part like 3 times.
Great poem.
Thanks to you for the visit and the read.
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