torsdag 28 april 2016

En fångad solnedgång

Almond Branches in Bloom, San Remy, c.1890 
Vincent van Gogh

A Sunset

I watch a woman take a photo
of a flowering tree with her phone.
A future where no one will look at it,
perpetual trembling which wasn't
and isn't. I have taken photos of a sunset.
In person, "wow" "beautiful"
but the picture can only be
as interesting as a word repeated until emptied.
I think I believe this.
Sunset the word holds more than a photo could.
Since it announces the sun then puts it away.
We went to the poppy preserve
where the poppies were few but generous clumps
of them grew right outside the fence
like a slightly cruel lesson.
I watched your face, just out of reach.
The flowers are diminished by the lens.
The woman tries and tries to make it right
bending her knees, tilting back.
I take a photo of a sunset, with flash.
I who think I have something
to learn from anything learned nothing from the streetlight
that shines obnoxiously into my bedroom.
This is my photo of a tree in bloom.
A thought unfolding
across somebody's face. 
                                    Ari Banias
Sunset In Venice 
Claude Monet
About this poem 
"I was thinking about our insistence on capturing and memorializing the present as a refusal of the present. And I was thinking about the emphatic little cliche a nature photo so often is, a cliche I find hard to refuse." 
-Ari Banias 

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