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Annunciation
Blessed, blessed
are you, for
I
will make you weep
when the light hits the grass
in the morning.
I will make you crave
conversation like red
meat, lay you
weak, at the feet
of strangers. I will open
lives like vistas
before you
that you will never
seal.
Every
beautiful thing
will come to you and press
against your flesh.
There is nothing
that will not call
your name, nothing
that you will not long
to possess, nothing
that will not offer up red
kisses, coupling,
seeping into the roots
of the world.
I
will deceive you,
tell you all you need is a
mouthful, but in truth,
I know the desire
I infect you with is
boundless.
See, how the red shoes
I bind to you prick
your feet,
hungry for the beat
and sway
of note upon note,
paint upon paint,
word upon word,
blood from blood.
Blessed, oh! blessed
are you.
---Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
To read more about what prompted this poem, see previous post:
Painter: Lucian FreudPoetry Friday roundup is at
Mentor Texts and More.
If you've never seen it, go gaze at this gorgeous painting by Lucian Freud.
Or look at this mottled face. How beautiful to see skin as it really is, and not a sanitized CoverGirl tone. Why do we insist upon improving upon nature’s work? Why do we deem the non-uniform ugly? What’s wrong with a face that is green and blue and black? Red, orange, yellow? What’s wrong with veins and bumps and wrinkles, when they are drawn so exquisitely?
When I first saw these paintings in the pages of a heavy, unadorned art book, it was as if Lucian Freud had spoken a pressing truth, one that I'd never dared tell, and when he did, the relief was so intense, I wanted to cry.
I especially liked the portraits he did of models’ faces on a simple pillow or bed. There is a sense of fascination, as if you were looking at a newborn child or a lover asleep. Only he looks at everyone that way. Many of his full-size paintings, which I can't link to here, are so brutally observant that they are painful.
I wonder how he treats his models, the people in his life that he paints. Is he kind to them, or as bruisingly loving as his portrayals? Does he have to shield himself from their beauty in real life so he isn’t overwhelmed? How does he maintain his true sight? How can one live, seeing this intensely?
Tomorrow, I'll post a poem I wrote in response to Lucian Freud's paintings. Until then, look at them, read this, and tell me if he is blessed or cursed.
O MY GOD. O MY GOD. O MY GOD.
Holy crap, Sara, that is beautiful. I was reading that, feeling my world getting rocked big time, and thinking, WHO IS THIS AMAZING POET SHE IS TREATING US TO THIS MORNING? (and, so okay, I wasn't really yelling that, but I was in my mind).
That is utterly gorgeous. I mean, sublime. I'm going to read and read and read and re-read that and then send the link to my biggest poetry friend, Shannon.
Thank you thank you for sharing that with us.
Sara -- that is stunningly wonderful. Seriously.
I saw over at Alkelda's that you're planning on using the lyrics to Anthem in a WIP -- be sure you have permissions before you move ahead. I have a friend with her first novel coming out who has spent serious time and money (and even more significant amounts of anxiety and stress) getting clearance to use what she wanted to use.
Sara, how entirely beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
Oh, WOW.
Sara, you did it.
You gave a voice to art.
I am simply blown away.
How beautiful. SO, so beautiful.
Thanks, all. I've been away from the blog most of the day, so it was nice to come back to such warm comments.
And thanks, Kelly, I'm already thinking about permissions. It's just a snippet, so it might fall under fair use. I'm going to ask my editor before we get too far along.
Now I'm off to blog hop and discover more poetry!
*sigh* This is so beautiful I makes me cry. Thank you!
wow
This is stunning. Thank you for this poetic treat.
Kudos.