Untitled Poem (Metropolitan Museum of Art)
- gsh
- Jan 4
- 1 min read
Georges de La Tour
ca. 1640
The empty glass which held her reflection no longer does.
She’s now an outsider,
She surveys from the side—
It’s withdrawing into darkness;
It’s something that has passed.
Her folded hands upon the skull—
A motion of contemplation.
This is the hour of acceptance
It is the moment where she realizes a death.
Will this moment lead to action?
It is the moment of decision.
This is a prompting point
What represents a past way is already broken on the floor:
The jewelry is already severed,
The skull is already beneath your hands.
The hour of acceptance already was.
What will you do but act?
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