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After Night Shadow
I prefer
winter and fall,
when you feel the bone
structure in the landscape--
the loneliness of it--the dead
feeling of winter. Something waits
beneath it--the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth
it's a myth that shadows are
easier
to look at
than the sun.
Shadows can drive us
mad but the sun only leaves us
blind
if we take too much
if we're gluttonous
for too long
and velvet as they are
at casting such a touch
without touching...
shadows,
un
pin
down
able
ar as
shifting as wind
in
constant
there's nothing
but hunger in them
and fantasy - take
Wyeth's Night Shadow - Helga
is /and or isn't awake
but the play is the way
the shade makes half her face
conjure a Hawthorne
Revered
Hooper or Moody
(remember the crepe
black veil
how it lived
in the world
for the men who
wanted/needed
to be taken
out of it)
and in sleep, how
it eased
up from the breath
and went limp or if not limp
than withered and if not withered
a bereft companion
in the tradition...
if you want
but do you know
do you
do you really
know
?
sun more
than shade
stay naked all-day
and wait for the way
that sun escapes and makes you
shade. let it play the way flame plays
as it is drawn up and away from the place
it was laid down into and made, with breath
and the finally, finally! open and bare palms of his hands.
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