with earth and water

Poem #73 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


 

in a way
it is a struggle

the task
of digging deep
inside himself
to bring forth the …

what

the essence
perhaps
of himself
to incorporate
into the work

to shape the clay
with a knowledge
that emerges from his fingers
and hands
rather than his mind

he weds himself
to the materials
the mixture of soil
and water
from which he seeks to extract
a kind of life

he is a sculptor
of stone
a modeler
of clays

he does not know
any other way
to perform his art
than this

he has seen the shape
of a naked man
in his stone

seen it clearly

today
he molds the vision
in clay
to ensure his shapes
his proportions

the foreshortening

and before him emerges
in miniature
his statue

complete
though rough

he looks at it
as dispassionately as he is able

nods

yes
it is as he saw it

there is good
life
in this

he can rest
while the model awaits him

he cannot see

he has turned away

but a line
a shape
has moved

the small model
has acquired
a smile

 


© Frank Prem 2017

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