A poem in the July issue of Flutter
An Excursion into Philosophy
After the painting by Edward Hopper
Regret must weight this hour, a life of error,
past repair, the morning brightness a reproach.
How long has morning here been elegy?....
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4 comments:
Great, great poem, James. Wonderful piece.
Flutter has an interesting layout for the poem. I like the look a great deal.
Thanks, Sam. Hopper is an endless source of inspiration. A lot of people, I'm afraid, never really look at his work beyond a few "iconic" pieces, but he has so many really good paintings tucked away in odd places.
I like this poem esp.
"...the shaft of morning sun
that searches the window and finds the floor". I also very much like the painting, kind of surrealist but not in any explicit sense.
sorlil: Thanks for coming by, and for your comment. This particular poem developed very slowly in many drafts over a couple of years, at least, and had a difficult time finding publication. Which means that your reaction is especially happy for me to read. Maybe I wasn't wasting time, after all....
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