Three Windows, Two Chairs
The Three Windows / Le tre finestre (La pianura della torre)
Jessie Boswell (1924) / Galleria Civica d’Arte Moderna, Turin 2023
Who lived their lives among
the rolling hills we see
in these windows? Ajar,
they beckon summer’s sweet
air into the nearly
vacant room. Two chairs are
turned toward the windows’ light.
On the bare floor a book
lies open for any
breeze. A stick leans against
a wall, meant to prevent
the door’s closing. Someone,
from the windows, must have
enjoyed the white stone walls,
red roofs of the dwellings
nearby. At first they might
have seemed to be scattered
across the land, rather
than, by common assent,
built beside their fenced-in,
burgeoning crops planted
in green, neat rows along
the flows of water. Far
off a tower, in its
maze of walls, white in sun,
paces the highest ridge.
From this height, who would not
wonder what might be seen
at the land’s conclusion—
though there can never be
an end—beneath the sky’s
textured blue and white wisps
of cloud? Perhaps, beyond,
a still lake reflected
the sun, or an ocean
there, ships buoyant upon
undulations of waves
as they approached the shore.
The artist’s brush and knife
can shape the distance, light’s
indistinctions, in folds
of paint. Windows picture
the sea and sky as one,
an end. The room had been
a place to watch the light’s
permutations, the clouds
as they were held by wind.
They looked as if they were
floating in the expanse
of blue. Weather is all.
Yet only the eyes, once
thought to be the gateway
to the soul, could reveal
what was left unspoken.
Brendola, Veneto, Italy
June/July 2023
Absence
We know these green
mountains, trees, vines
whose white flowers
adorn these stone walls
shaped by the hands
of others, this
abode — we know
know their absence.
Marano sul Panaro, Emilia Romagna, Italy
June 2023
Venice at Dawn
Early light, flat marsh,
the mountains appear
beyond morning’s mist—
the waters of life,
our visible world.
Mestre, Venice, Italy
July 2023
Roses
Oh roses
bowing down —
your supple
obeisance
among spring’s
shadows, your
red dark — what
must become
of us all
beneath the
gaudy sun
of summer?
Maplewood, New Jersey
May 2023