Saturday, February 12, 2011

Image/Her-Story - a poem


Bent over a bowl, her
hands froze in water.

Lost: the life that came
before, and after

she was disrobed
and set before us.

As it is, she appears
to be traditional:

White, orderly, slightly
rough but modest.

This is what we see
at least, but then again

there is that rumor,
the one about the maker

Mary Cassatt
and that painter of ballerinas,

a trifling little thing,
or maybe not

but in any case,
not usually part of

her story, or history,
just like the life

of the woman
she set before us.

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