 Magnificat, by Maurice Denis (France) 1909 Tenderness at the Cusp When sun Bleeds through the waters Lancing out to Trestrignel Dappling like panned gold They shine brighter Than any sky Blushing As it folds A candle lights the future Tenderness at the cusp Eyes cast down In some reverence holy The air gathers This family In a sunset cup Nods to old And young alike Divinity Sought In that light Brightest before night Amanda Niamh Dawson Amanda Niamh Dawson was raised in London, Dallas, Boston, and Washington, DC, spending summers shining brass in her uncle's antiques shop. She attended Tufts University, the Ecole du Louvre, and Sorbonne University and then completed graduate studies in the decorative arts at Winterthur. Amanda worked at Sotheby's in Books & Manuscripts, and Old Master Paintings. She has a collection of antique brass candlesticks which she shines regularly. Her poems have appeared in The Dewdrop, Pomona Valley Review, The Banyan Review and others.
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J. Bernard
4/16/2024 05:25:59 pm
Beautiful poem, especially the line "blushing as it folds." There's a delicate quality to the phrasing that does a great job of capturing the elegance of the painting. Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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