I love her precarious perch, her split shadow, her dark feet dangling over the next step, pointing the way. She is stalled, fighting vertigo -- pondering -- still believing in an easier descent.Here are the final stanzas from Denise Levertov's poem, "Broken Pact," from Evening Train:
But mind and heart continue
their eager conversation,
they argue, they share epiphanies,
sometimes all night they raise
antiphonal laments.
Face and body have betrayed them,
they are alone together,
unsure how to proceed.
-- Denise Levertov
The poem can be read in its entirety on page 29. The photo was taken in my yard this spring. Metal sculpture by Thea Kluge. Click on image to enlarge.
6 comments:
This little lady brought a big smile to my face . . . let's keep that conversation between heart and mind open. And catching up with those wonderful, new photographs you've posted in the past two weeks, coupled with snippets of poetic wisdom, can only signify that renewal is in the air.
This split shadow has been on my mind the last couple of days.......Thanks for posting it.
It's like she's at a mini sculpture park and has scaled one.
Deborah, thanks so much for your comments! Yes, that's always an interesting conversation.... I can feel that renewal on the wind!
Hi, Annie. You're welcome! Thanks for the visit!
Thea2X? Excuse me, but do I know you? You know, it's exactly like she's at a mini sculpture park, sitting on a metal sculpture by a talented artist: you!!! Thanks for providing her perch!
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