Edward Hopper, Morning Sun
Dance of Life
The geometry of light and shade:
Early morning begins, like a contusion—
A new day’s mournful promenade
Of pain, broken promises, confusion,
Which register as layers of rectangles
Where a woman’s heart, light as a feather,
Is chained like supple limbs by bangles
Or lissome footloose feet by leather.
The dance of life, how like a minuet,
So classical, so—shall we say—Euclidian:
Often a solo, seldom a duet,
And only rarely Dionysian.
Later, long afternoon shadows and light
Give way mercifully to desire and night.
Robert Forrey, 2012