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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Image Disappears (Dali)






















#110

The first image to disappear
Is a recovered memory,
Now a vanishing Vermeer.
The woman is just scenery,
Like the map and the checkered floor,
Looking out a window or door.
She's pregnant and holds in her hand
A weapon, an artist's stylus.
She's been swallowed by her husband,
Right in front of all of us.
Both of them will disappear,
Because neither is an image,
But an embodiment of fear:
A man and wife erased by rage.

2 comments:

  1. Saw this image at the Dali museum in Figueres today and saw your poem when I was searching for the painting. Wonderful poem!

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