Theologian II, Sabine Miller, Oriental lily petals and pulp with citrus juice and graphite pencil on watercolor paper. Tinted and brightened. 2016
Opening of The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot,
as sung by wildflowers:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the lily is spread out against the sky
Like a ghost orchid etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless asters in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with fresh bluebells:
Poppies that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the cosmos come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
Source: Collected Poems 1909-1962 (1963), adaptation by Michelle Tennison
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