Poussin Moy qui fais profession de choses muettes … My art is tacit and barely there Where you imagine noise and heft. Yes, on walks I study pebbles, Minerals, wood: solid stuffs; I set words upon my figments, Speak their minds. Art takes form Behind veils of words; a silent Room for speechless looking. Look, The earthy floor, the cool slabs Are just imagination finely spread. That woman who seems half column: Is she cold and hard to touch, Does her mantle rustle, as she gazes Somewhere, nowhere, apparent, mute? Stefan Ferguson Stefan Ferguson is an Englishman who has lived in Germany for 25 years. He teaches English and French at a high school near Lake Constance.
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