Sunday, October 16, 2016

Susan Hawthorne #289 Georgia O'Keefe at Tate Modern, London

Georgia O'Keefe writes that the cattle
ambling down the canyons were
like black lace in the mountains

in the next room are the bones
of petals and the flowers of skulls
each morphing into the other

you walk through the ribs of mountains
fly through solid doors of adobe houses
feel like leaning up against cushion rocks

she makes you see the world differently
hear the colours inhabit the abstractions
until at last you fly through cotton wool clouds


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