Dusk at Baie des Anges, 1932
poem based on an excerpt of the painting
Dufy studied couleur-lumière, the effect
of light on colour, turned the Mediterranean
into a pool of flat cerulean. No wind riffles
the water; this is sea as satin tablecloth
or slab of marble. That smooth. That cool.
Here in Virginia, blue jays
have been interrupting my morning
with their imperious squawks.
Their feathers, the blue fire of the Côte d’Azur
in summer. In Dufy’s oils, the sky sings
hyacinthine. There is no motion; even the lone
palm on the right hand side of the painting
holds its breath. The figures in the foreground
are poised, waiting for night to come down
and paint them midnight, cold steel, indigo. . . .
This poem is from the author's book, Les Fauves, C&R Press, 2017.
Barbara Crooker is a poetry editor for Italian-Americana, and has published eight full collections and twelve chapbooks. Her latest book is Les Fauves (C&R Press, 2017). She has won a number of awards, including the WB Yeats Society of New York Award, the Thomas Merton Poetry of the Sacred Award, and three Pennsylvania Council on the Arts Creative Writing Fellowships. A VCCA fellow, she has published widely in such journals as Nimrod, Poet Lore, Rattle, The Green Mountains Review, The Denver Quarterly, and The Beloit Poetry Journal. website: www.barbaracrooker.com
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