I guess I'm continuing to be in an ekphrastic mode. Another Grant Wood poem today, on his last painting, Spring in Town (1941). Again, a curtal sonnet.
Spring in Town
“I hope to convey [a] nation, infinitely
worthy of any sacrifice necessary
to its preservation.” —Grant Wood (1941)
In 1941, Grant Wood could not
have missed the impending fires of world war
on the way. You can see it in the green
sky here: a tornado coming. A plot
of ground dark as new graves. Is this farmer
planting or digging? Seeding or mourning?
Townspeople going about everyday
life —clotheslines and lawnmowers. Pearl Harbor
just months away. In Europe, shirtless men
like this one dying in showers. Someday
soon, he’ll wear Army green.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
 Grant Wood, Spring in Town (1941) |
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