Immagine & Poesia
(Image & Poetry)
for Jackson Pollock
Pollock-Krasner House, East Hampton
Now at last
I see you
Jackson Pollock
kneeling on the floor
handling sticks and brushes
dripping paints on your canvas.
From the dark night of your mind
a different universe emerges
new galaxies
(long looping lines)
take form
as your hands move rapidly around
formless and timeless realms
where I sink deep and deeper
wrapped in the colours
of your Greyed Rainbow.
For a while I will linger and listen to
the silence of the ocean
(or maybe to the roaring motor of your Oldsmobile convertible)
then – tonight –
I will write a poem just for you
Jackson Pollock.
August 2, 2012
Lidia Chiarelli
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