|Wind from the Sea ~ Andrew Wyeth (1947)|
The National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC
Photograph by Margaret Bednar.
What comes in at the window
is more than the bitter tang of noon grass,
the aftertaste of love’s hidden thunder
you imagined you heard
as you lay, supine, on the single bed
the sunlight askance upon your hip and thigh.
What drifts through the window
is the feather of a bird that fell through sky,
its black mass defines the leaf and blade;
it is the isolation left behind
the corner of a farmhouse where a single garment
snaps the line at the bite of a colder breeze.
What lifts the edge of curtain lace
from the frame is a terrible precision of sight
that views the empty field with horse
standing in its lonely traces,
and sees its own mortality in the landscape
of your shadow cast aside in naked sleep.
Artistic Interpretations by Margaret features the work of Andrew Wyeth (1917 - 2009)
This poem is inspired by the body of work, as shown on the A. Wyeth Gallery site and other showcase sites.