Ingmar Bergman I Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

Ingmar Bergman I



Dark, liquid emptiness
flows through the veins
of his films

It floods through
their glass bloodstream,
reaches out into their fingertips,
and blossoms like a flower,
blooming in springtime

Thursday, June 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness,flower
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