Sojourner Kincaid Rolle


Chiascuro (On Cleaning The Sistine Chapel Frescoes) - Poem by Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

Ironic that the truth
should be sought
on the shoulder of Eve

The human form
melancholy draped
like second skin

Articulated contours
confluent dimensions
the lavish look

More shadow
less brightness
an uneasy light

As the workers cleaned
color no one had seen
emerged alert

Glue glazed layers
once transparent
fell away revealing

Golden violet
grazed with white
luminescence shimmering

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Comments about Chiascuro (On Cleaning The Sistine Chapel Frescoes) by Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

  • (4/29/2006 2:19:00 PM)


    Excellent, Sojourner. What poetry should be: not a comment on the subject
    but the subject itself: clear, precise and unadorned. I like the three line stanzas
    and the absence of punctuation. Shows style and technique. What can I say?
    I wish I had written it.
    Martin
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2007


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