| El Paseo De Los Melancólicos
If I walked in Rivera’s landscape
Along a path bordered in darkness
There is light in the distance
Where the sun through the trees
Paints a bright pattern on the ground
And I know it is a long walk
>From darkness that gives way only
Grudgingly in small spots that
Grow in intensity toward brilliance
The stark verticals of pines are balanced
By the long horizontal of hedge in a vision
Where opposites meet quietly
In the coolness of shade in the silence
Of foliage and if I walked down this
Twilight toward a distant daylight
I would remember the smell of pines
And earth and the sunlight in broken
Windowpane patterns on the path
Las Sandias
In Rivera’s painting melons are
Sliced and resting ripe crimson
Bordered in bone-white rind open
And inviting on a green wooden table
That is the matching color of the melon
Skins themselves and veins of black seeds
Dot through the meat and accent its
Redness and deepen its lushness
The one piece bitten waits for the unseen
Hand that set it down to pick it up again
And lift it to lips and tongue that are the
Matching color of the melon’s ripeness
Nude with Calla Lilies
In Rivera’s painting there is
No face for it is a portrait
Of form a study of shape
Symmetry and balance that is
A woman in a Vitruvian pose
Her body in bloom
Crouched on a straw mat
The soles of her feet cross
Simply beneath her
Like leaves under a blossom
Lilies in a wicker basket
Before her
Stand in contrast to the
Strict order that frames
Them
And the straight and curved line
That rises from ass to spine
To part her hair
Her arms spread like stems
Supporting of weight of
Blossoms
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