Matisse, Too Poem by Alicia Suskin Ostriker

Matisse, Too



Matisse, too, when the fingers ceased to work,
Worked larger and bolder, his primary colors celebrating
The weddings of innocence and glory, innocence and glory

Monet when the cataracts blanketed his eyes
Painted swirls of rage, and when his sight recovered
Painted water lilies, Picasso claimed

I do not seek, I find, and stuck to that story
About himself, and made that story stick.
Damn the fathers. We are talking about defiance.

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Alicia Suskin Ostriker

Alicia Suskin Ostriker

Brooklyn, New York City, New York
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