The Artist... Poem by John Tansey

The Artist
For Robinson Jeffers

In renunciation
of such anointment as poem
or any other spire less art form,
because every shape it takes, be it
word, paint, clay or by stone, play, ballet or song
defines itself by what venue it has chosen
and, thereby, can be nothing else…

So I proceed, expressionless,
without words
and in the first person, singularly,
through such expressive poetry

as a life, lived, simply for the moment…


John Tansey Undated


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