the body
moving in space through time
(aging)
the mind
churning gears of thought
tension
the timeless world
the world of time
Pierre Bonnard, I learned yesterday,
enshrined his aging, difficult wife
as a youthful goddess in paintings
depicting their home as Paradise:
a state he lived in,
or aspired to?
The artist speaks
to the figure in the Grecian urn,
the Byzantine mosaic:
“Tell me your secret! ”
and then recoils—
Am I talking to my own creations?
No, no, he shakes his head.
It’s you I’m speaking to,
O Soul behind the world—
so near, so far.
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