|Reclining Nude ~ Edward Hopper (1924 - 27)|
The woman has slid from bed to floor
as if her legs could not hold the burden of alone –
her head is bowed, she is still
waiting in shades of green and blue.
Or seated in a blue armchair near a window, 11 a.m.
she leans toward her view of the street below,
waiting in lemony sunlight, oblivious
to the grey shadows falling behind.
And the sky is blue with waiting,
While the end of season grass withers from green.
Now she is wearing a hat, drinking coffee
in a Laundromat, dark outside, a line of lights reflecting
and the empty chair is black, like the collar
and the cuffs of her green coat.
But later, she will curl her nakedness like parchment
around a pile of pillows in every shade of earth,
abandon her back to the onslaught
of lonely air, and wait for sleep, for death.
And the house is patiently peeling white,
As the curtains blow beige through an open window.
Meditations on the art of Edward Hopper, most specifically, the following paintings:
Summer Interior (1909)
Eleven A.M. (1926)
and Reclining Nude (depicted above)