To J. at the Museum
POETRY FORMAT, 29 Oct 2018
Emanuel E. Garcia – TRANSCEND Media Service
The crowds, their heretic sweat,
The still heat of the cloistered dusk,
Wall after wall –
Believe me, I was less than whole –
Whatever art engulfed, desecrated, purged, destroyed,
The pictures, colours, lines,
The rough curving flesh of bronze:
It was a battering
Thank god there was a courtyard
To prepare for a meandering escape
And then you caught my eye,
You, about whom I know,
I nothing knew except you gave me pause
When all was flight
I recognised the faltering:
That endlessly relentless hard imposing hand had lapsed
And it was also you I saw the day before,
It had to be,
Alone, resplendently at ease with such a blinding selfless beauty:
You who heedless consecrated my ablutions in the sea
When I emerged there was an old man at your side,
I slowly journeyed back, briny, curious, enthralled,
And slower still imagining as you conversed
But now, confused and tired,
Fighting swarms,
Lost within the coils and treasures
On the dreary trafficked ancient streets,
Amidst evaporating stillborn loves,
You came to me
And I so dearly wished my art –
How I aspired! –
To find its strength in drawing back
October 2018
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Museu Picasso Barcelona – Jacqueline Roque
Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace Development Environment, an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at emanuelegarcia@gmail.com.
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