VINCENT BERQUEZ: RODIN – CLAUDEL

 

Rodin – Claudel

 

He carves a stone body; each chip removes,

reduces until the whole begins to succumb.

The split in the marble is a slit deep in the grain,

it bleeds crystals for his folly, fighting against him.

 

His chisel is not a weapon; it does not maim or kill,

it is a tool to improve what can be understood,

it yields to the force of his delicate hand gently.

 

The female figure becomes a thing of love

 justifying its long term existence as art,

beyond our stupid waste, beyond selfishness.

He penetrates as they communion together.

 

Vincent Berquez poetry

14.11.13

 fleursdumal.nl magazine

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