i hold the ability to return to myself
time to bear it girls
tapestry of wool and silk, on cotton warp, designed by Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones c. 1894
I breathe, and the mouth
Veil stirs its curtain
My eye
Veil is
A concatenation of rainbows.
I am his.
Even in his
Absence, I
Revolve in my
Sheath of impossibilities,
Priceless and quiet
Among these parakeets, macaws!
Sylvia Plath · “Purdah.” The Collected Poems (1981)
you would not believe the yellows this generous world gives us
. . . for what could be more serious than the love of man for woman, what more commanding, more impressive, bearing in its bosom the seeds of death . . .
Virginia Woolf · To the Lighthouse (1927)
Alain Amar (French-Italian, b. 1967)
Sea entering in the sand, 2019
Oil on wood