To get to that space where the world falls away,
The canvas stares at the viewer like arrows
While the viewer stares like a target.
It is the painting looking at you.
That specific painting, looking at just you.
At the top of the table, there’s a rooster.
The rooster, live, uncooked, in Catalan.
Look at the living fish, on a plate in Spain.
In a Spain no viewer has ever been,
A plant-like mother is the nation’s anchor,
A fish-like father is the nation’s water.
A beautiful bird reveals the unknown,
Reveals the unknown to a pair of lovers --
An unseen bird, as the world falls away.
David M. Katz
David M. Katz’s books of poems include Stanzas on Oz and Claims of Home, both published by Dos Madres Press. He’s also the author of The Warrior in the Forest, published by House of Keys Press. Poems of his have appeared in The Hudson Review, Poetry, The Paris Review, The New Criterion, The Hopkins Review, and The Cortland Review. He is currently working on a new poetry collection, tentatively entitled Money. He lives on New York City's Upper West Side.
8/12/2019 03:14:09 pm
I especially love: "While the viewer stares like a target.
2/20/2020 04:44:29 pm
Just saw your comment, Alarie! Thanks so much. In some great artworks, I do have an uncanny sense that it's the artist looking back at us.
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