The Artist as Lord of Creation
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Jefferson Adams
Jefferson Adams is a freelance writer living in San Francisco. His
poems, essays, and photographs have appeared in Antioch Review, Blue
Mesa Review, CALIBAN, Hayden's Ferry Review, Huffington Post, the
Mississippi Review, and Slate among others.
By Jefferson Adams
Published on 10/1/1999
Her mind a jumble of brides
And bridges, a bird as green
As her cheek, flush with moonlight.
Her mind a jumble of brides
And bridges, a bird as green
As her cheek, flush with moonlight.
The city with everything where she paints it,
Nothing where it wants to be.
Her almond eyes and purple smoking-coat,
The colors and brush on her palette
Sing our greatest fear, voice
What we least want to hear,
What thrills us most:
We will get nothing we want.
We will get what she gives us
And like it.
And bridges, a bird as green
As her cheek, flush with moonlight.
The city with everything where she paints it,
Nothing where it wants to be.
Her almond eyes and purple smoking-coat,
The colors and brush on her palette
Sing our greatest fear, voice
What we least want to hear,
What thrills us most:
We will get nothing we want.
We will get what she gives us
And like it.