Christina’s World
This is a poem about Andrew Wyeth’s painting Christina’s World. I wrote this when I was 19 or 20, so it has a young man’s perspective. View Christina’s World
There are paintings
below paintings
and so there are lives
below lives.
When paintings crack, we see
the paint below,
unseen figures and scenes.
When illusions crack, we see
the lives below.
Beautiful maiden
half-reclined
reflecting
on idyllic countryside.
For years I pass by;
beauty means beauty, nothing more.
But one day…
My eyes feels the pentamento in my heart.
I see her hair knotted, not young and flowing.
Her hands twisted, polio.
She crawls, not sits.
And the smoothed sloped hill now rises in enormity not eternity.
Task of Sisyphus.
Silent St. Joan.
Brothers:
When the thick paint in our hearts crack
will we peel it back and see through
the beauty we imagine
the uglyness we avoid
to:
the power of the twisted hands
the beauty of the knotted hair
the determined hidden eyes.
Will we rise with her to the steepness of the task?
December 11, 2008 at 3:18 pm |
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January 19, 2009 at 11:05 pm |
[…] did the first poem of the night. (Open mic poets go first.) I did my poem, Christina’s World, to honor Andrew Wyeth, who had died the night before. That morning before I heard about Wyeth, I […]