Poetry Magazine
For Grant Wood
Across vast acres, color and shape of tidiness,
Iowa's unruly grass submits, blade by blade.
The blue of Mother's dishes tints the sky. Across vast acres, color and shape of tidiness,
sloping rows and rectangles piece a new land.
The blue of Mother's dishes tints the sky.
Like a black quilt tied with loops of green,
The reassuring fields of corn unfold
like black quilts tied with loops of green.
Under the artist's alchemy,
Sweet clouds hover like the hands of God.
Under the artist's alchemy,
even winter's leaden skies grow bright.
as the Thirties' skylines and bread lines disappear.
Even winter's leaden skies grow bright.
A yellow hill rises, like the belly of a woman ripe with child,
Iowa's unruly grass submits, blade by blade,
a yellow hill rises—
and the shy man finds perfection in his art.
Source: Poetry (May 1998).
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