Classic sculptors sought
to capture the ideal
of beauty, perfection
in human form. Lanky,
august male athletes
and voluptuous, limpid
women abound in the
alcoves of museums -
exquisite, captivating, yet
all assuredly abandoned
by their masters
for some miniscule chip,
some angle askew.
We can't all be as lucky
as Pygmalion; but then
perfection seeks perfection -
Galatea left in the end.
My art is no different;
words find their flawless
partners in the purity
of flame, forsaken
there by a master
satisfied with nothing less
than art brought to life.

04/24/2005

Author's Note: Oh, and it continues. Another one for my poetry class. Imitation of poet Rachel Hadas, same as in Antonyms. Pygmalion is, according to myth, a Greek sculptor who sculpted the perfect woman, and fell in love with it. Aphrodite took pity and brought the statue, Galatea, to life. Hadas likes allusions, particularly Greek myth allusions.

Posted on 04/25/2005
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