rubens, saturn
Peter Paul Rubens, El Dios Saturn
oil on linen
Museo del Prado
Madrid, Spain

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- stephanie pope


Domenico Beccafumi
St Lucy, 1521
oil on wood
Pinacoteca Nazionale, Siena
For he comes, the human child! From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.
-W.B. Yeats, The Stolen Child

how do you lighten the grave story
the story of the song sung
over the grave of the stolen child?

how do you lighten
the grave and constant
d-meter?

two eyes
a handleless plate
the ‘hand’ hers

promised
to satisfy
the appetite

how do you un d-see
the doe ray me
of that

the hand, hers
the eyes, hers
the plate, d-

luxed; the first
brown-eyed girl I ever knew
was Lucy, my grandma

the lux was hers, is hers
the reflection
my inheritance

never spoken
sometimes you
tell

a story so deeply
you satisfy what never
got said and never got

completely understood
you tell it to win in
the under wood

something won under fully
singing un d-meter
what should never again be lived
 

Additional Links:

the infinite turning poetry on Pan's Labyrinth-Ric Williams

for the absence of rain more-Ric Williams

Pan's Labyrinth

Cliff Bostock on Pan's Labyrinth

Christian Marazzi on Who Killed God Pan? (panic, terror mimetics and "the growing distance" between the human and the inhuman life)

Wilhelm Roscher and James Hillman on Pan & The Nightmare: Two essays

brown-eyed girl

WB Yeats The Stolen Child

Stephanie Pope on The Stolen Child, an essay

The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue


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