Just want to share this Ekphrastic poem with you.
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Marcos Grigorian
Dried earth on canvas
1963
MOMA NYC
Heavy wet winter boots
wait behind the red line on the floor
My arms fold,
mesmerized eyes travel over canvas
and the artist's notes
Grigorian used natural materials:
Soil, sand, and mud
he shares natural surfaces
reminiscent of Iranian dwellings
revisited from the artist’s childhood
My imagination runs barefoot
I am transported to an exotic circle of women
dancing in the hot desert sand
jasmine sweetened musk perfumes the air
Saffron and turquoise colored scarves spun over silk skirts
tricolor metal; bangled arms glisten and clank
street musicians worship this muse
twirl our weighless bodies into unified harmony
tanned feet stomp rhythm over dried earth
my sacred soul slips into Marco's painting
that January afternoon.
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Based on this painting: https://www.moma.org/collection/works/78617
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