Jul/Aug 2012 Spotlight |
In the Gallery
The visitor's shadow
crosses the pictureShe leans her cheek against the varnish
her neck glistens—"Come to me
to the mildewed corners
to the net curtains like fish-bone
I will show you
where I and my jewels were buried
I will peel the cobwebs from my face
My eyes will raise their heavy wings
They will undulate with ale
like the inns of DelftDrink
I will bring you a crumbling glass
from the ruins
where the grass reaches up to the waist
a malignant greenCome
we will dig we will search for my pearl
my face
where one stone rests
upon another"