This is a poem I wrote tonight for Marissa while looking at a copy of painting #30 (which is my current reigning favorite) from her upcoming exhibit. A copy of the painting is included as a reward for those of you who manage to read through to the end of the poem.
Poem for Marissa
What could possibly
Be the portent
Of such a present tense
And exquisite
Delicacy of touch
Showing the least fillip of life
Whether laid out in the shade
Or broad daylight
As if outwitting
Photoshop itself
As to both accuracy
And verisimilitude
Yet also framed abstractly
In perfect equipoise
As to both color and light
As if somehow
Carrying daylight’s cross
Each of the 36 steps along the way
Descending to the next rung
Of the ladder from here to Eternity
And back again or else in the present case
Making an ecstatic leap off the page
Into the very midst of my arms
To sit with me here in the living room
Tonight right now -- or wherever you happen to be
Dancing with the Bolshoi or singing at the Met
Not just come hither but summoning me now!
Joe this is so exquisite (love your iterations of the tiny word "as" which is really the essence of all poetry anyway). Especially the ending, sehr romantisch! And doesn't the painting itself gorgeously resemble Maya Plisetskaya mode-jétée?? Love Andrea
ReplyDeleteoops, that was MID-jétée
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