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“Invade your privacy? I will give you your privacy forever!” –Portrait painter’s plea
Let me paint you.
The valley doesn’t know itself.
You have listened by flowers
When I, bold, told you the dozen
Goings of the sun, and the soreness
In my mind when you are gone.
Both of us are offended by ourselves
In photographs, and when mirrors
Map our sublime faces they fail;
The glass plate destroys the significance
Of longing that stretches in many
Directions far away.
Only my mastery in the painting art,
The valley laying out its perspective
In the singular sun, can allow the mystery
To go home at last, the multiple sufferings
Seeing what is happy and one.
I quickly sketched your nose and told you it was
The best nose, but you would have none of it,
Though there was a moment when your modesty dropped
And I thought perhaps you knew.
Is it possible for you to know how
I saw you once without me being specifically in the picture?
Let the painter satisfy the life no longer here,
And the living, too—vaguely sad, vaguely near.
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