Thursday, December 3, 2009

"Rapture"























I can feel she has got out of bed.
That means it is seven a.m.
I have been lying with eyes shut,
thinking, or possibly dreaming,
of how she might look if, at breakfast,
I spoke about the hidden place in her
which, to me, is like a soprano’s tremolo...



From "Rapture" by Galway Kinnell. The complete poem is at Poetry Foundation.

El despertar de la criada, Eduardo Sivori, 1887

2 comments:

chayaruchama said...

OK.

Where to start ?
Your SOTD ?
The painting ?
The poem ?

Simply consider me VERY grateful, BG...;-)

BitterGrace said...

Glad you enjoyed the post, Ida. The more I look at the painting, the more I like it. The mood of it is just perfect.