It’s not the smoothness of the stone
the sculptor hopes that you will feel,
but fire in its flesh and bone
concealed by smoothness like a peel.
Within the stone hearth glow hot embers
the sculptor fans into a flame
recalling what rough stone remembers,
the shape of love unburst by shame.
Anne-Sophie Mutter, interviewed by Charlie Rose, talked about the smoothness of a Rodin or Brancusi that hides the fire within. Earlier in the day, Linda and I were discussing cinders and the fire that they implied but failed to show.
4/14/98
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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