Dear Andrew Wyeth I question the colour of your sky and yet I know it well – opaque, fading, on the wing… Your subjects place their eyes elsewhere; Helga looks to the floor or out the window, Christina turns her back to us, Betsy casts her private thoughts to the wall, and neighbours observe the dirt. Even the white slate of lime banks appear removed. The dory man adrift in his dreams. The fire nearly out. The dog half-asleep. Tina Schumann Tina Schumann is the pushcart nominated author of three poetry collections: As If, winner of the Stephen Dunn Poetry Prize, Requiem. A Patrimony of Fugues, winner of the Diode Editions Chapbook competition, and Praising the Paradox (Red Hen Press, 2019). She is editor of the IPPY award-winning anthology Two-Countries: U.S. Daughters and Sons of Immigrant Parents. Her poems have appeared widely since 1999, including Ascent, Cimarron Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Nimrod, Parabola, Verse Daily and The Writer’s Almanac.
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12/7/2019 10:33:05 am
In this poem I find 'sound-images' of Wyeth's 'voice'; what I experience when I experience those paintings-in-the-poem. It is heartening--and inspiring--to find such 'soundness' (as this) in a time
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12/7/2019 04:17:22 pm
Tina, I have a poem with the same title. I very much admire yours. Send me an email and i’ll Send you my poem.
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12/8/2019 12:15:32 am
Thanks Fleda! I am honored. Check your gmail for an email from me or your Facebook messages. Tina
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Gerry McFarland
12/10/2019 02:00:54 pm
Beautiful, Tina. I can see the studio, see him pause, thinking.
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