In dreams I wander through the realms
Of convex mirrors, breaking glass
To find the shattered remnants pull
Together forming a flaneur
Like me who only wants to write
His name in water. Hand and hand
That feel like glass, they smear their sweat
And trace the letters of their self—
But one of them writes it backwards.
Read John Ashbery’s poetic ekphrasis of the painting above here.
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