Adapted from the Archaic from Issue 8
If Liberty were perfectly
Symmetrical, she’d resemble
One of those smooth-visaged starlets,
Glittering faintly, stupidly,
In the now-darkened studios.
But that mountain-nymph, Liberty—
Truly beautiful, with her left
Breast slightly larger and her wise,
Faintly crooked smile—has all the
Noble asymmetries that spell
Radiance, the life of the eye.
She need not go down on casting
Directors to claim her great part.
The Likeness from Issue 11
Which of these pictures of you shall I keep? An early
Portrait from life? Perhaps the famous scenes, paintings
Done from other pictures for which, in a sense, you “sat”
Far more directly than anyone but I could know.
Or perhaps the old painter’s favorite, the somber
Shadowed portrait that he fancied best “either because
He himself was conscious of having failed in it, or
Because others thought he had” (although we would feel more
Comfortable if our own favorite had been his).
I must choose one of them: I never learned to draw myself.
What my hand could not manage to project in a plane,
What I can’t develop on flat canvas, I shall have
To talk about, to remain a bulky chatterbox.