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Anselm Kiefer


The woman thinks of

Straw, ash, clay, lead, and shellac

the milky dust that clings to a hand

As it paints furrows in a bohemian landscape


He readies the milk-mud for a canvas

half the size of her vision


and without knowing anything else

she has seen him in New York

London, Paris, Berlin,

Sometimes in a small screen


But often enough in a white room

A perfect square of some autumn field

Cut and carried and burned with something

she had meant to say.

-Nina Alvarez


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