Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Budapest, Hungary, c. 1954-56
Gabor Szilasi

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

In the Museum of Lost Objects

      What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee;  
      What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage.
                Ezra Pound

You’ll find labels describing what is gone:
an empress’s bones, a stolen painting
of a man in a feathered helmet
holding a flag-draped spear.
A vellum gospel, hidden somewhere long ago
forgotten, would have sat on that pedestal;
this glass cabinet could have kept the first
salts carried back from the Levant.
To help us comprehend the magnitude
of absence, huge rooms
lie empty of their wonders—the Colossus,
Babylon’s Hanging Gardens and
in this gallery, empty shelves enough to hold
all the scrolls of Alexandria.
My love, I’ve petitioned the curator
who has acquired an empty chest
representing all the poems you will
now never write. It will be kept with others
in the poet’s gallery. Next door,
a vacant room echoes with the spill
of jewels buried by a pirate who died
before disclosing their whereabouts.
I hope you don’t mind, but I have kept
a few of your pieces
for my private collection. I think
you know the ones I mean.
Rebecca Lindenberg

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Girl with a Cat, 1545
Jan Cornelisz Vermeyen

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Landscape, Nice, 1919
Henri Matisse

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Dancing Lesson, c. 1905
Gertrude Käsebier

Friday, May 10, 2013

Three Women, 1938
Hannes Kilian

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Dinner Horn, ca. 1870
Winslow Homer