"...not what happened, just the way
I imagine it."
--Margaret Campbell, excerpt from her poem, "Virgil's Muse"
Virgil’s Muse
I remember you drawing,
one hand on the pencil,
the other hand, pressed
against your forehead,
your body curved.
A bare foot peered out
from a crocheted Afghan
gathering the stellar
distances of light
as if toes can
discern the yes
in eyes.
Having lost sight
of a swallow returning,
you abandoned the sky,
devoured the rocky, tree-lined horizon
to find yourself
perched
on a window sill,
your hair in flowers,
an anjou pear
beside you
forever resting on a bruise
its shadow pouring
over the edge
of your sketchbook,
not what happened, just the way
I imagine it.
© 2016 Margaret Campbell
A note about the poem:
A few days ago, I received an email from Margaret (Peggy) Campbell. In the email, she referred to my last blog post, "Pears." She also included the Corot painting ("Woman Covered With Flowers, Reading") and her original poem, "Virgil's Muse," which she allowed me to publish today. I thought her email would be of interest to those of you who enjoy following the long threads of inspiration, those intimate places where ideas touch, the secret spaces where poetry and paintings are born...
Hi Lauren,
I want to thank you for your posting about pears... What I want to say is that your painting of the pear with the flower in the glass jar helped me to write the attached poem for the sixteen-year old daughter of an old friend of mine. This poem is also connected to Corot's "Woman Covered with Flowers, Reading" (1845)...
During a period when I could not see, I made a collection of painted and collaged "telescopes," and I inserted the poem into one of those telescopes, with a tiny copy of your pear over the telescope's end....sort of like looking at the moon, and seeing a pear.
Nice to see you at the gallery. I am terrible at gallery openings. In the presence of art, I find it impossible to speak.
Yours,
p
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