Saturn
Only one painting tells the human truth:
the blood-stained jaws, the instruments of pain
that champ on arm and neck -- so seen in Spain,
so thought in every land and time – on youth,
on age, on health, on sick decrepitude.
We all move on toward those open teeth,
that gaping mouth, the gullet underneath,
the maw digesting life and all life’s brood.
I see that face not quite as Goya saw.
The thing’s a munching skull; it has no limbs;
its gut is Nothing, and each eye’s a hole,
and all is black beyond its fleshless jaw.
No use at all to flatter That with hymns:
your Father has no ears: he’ll eat you whole.
Saturn
© Copyright: David Lake, 2004
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David, I am sorry I have not seen this earlier. This is really great. I am proud to be witnessing of a classical verse birth.
Congratulations and warmest regards
Gennadi
Геннадий Казакевич 16.09.2004 09:37 • Заявить о нарушении
Congratulations and warmest regards
Gennadi
Геннадий Казакевич 16.09.2004 09:37 • Заявить о нарушении
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