Trecento The sky of Duccio is of solid gold: Virgin and Child look out upon the world. A crowd prays all day to it in Siena, attesting what the human hand can do. Meanwhile, republics war and plot and exile. Up from the mire arises timeless art to break us out of circumstance, the way a fish lifts from the water when a hawk releases it to daylight. Blood and bone do not define us, for there is a spark trapped in the meanest envelope, a fire that yearns to climb the heavens. Every face is worthy of transcendence. As we gaze at Duccio in Siena, as we learn of love that moves the sun and other stars, we break our shackles and step out upon what passes for the absolute. Begin to read the alphabet; the words will come. John Claiborne Isbell John Claiborne Isbell was born in Seattle, USA and later lived in Europe and the United Kingdom, where he went to school. He has been teaching languages for some time, teaching French and German at universities in the United Kingdom and the United States. He has published various books, including a volume of poetry, Allegro, with a picture of a cello on the cover. His wife is Margarita and their son Aibek is 31.
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