the first time you saw
Wyeth's Christina's World
the stiffness of his tempera
refusing her the slightest movement
bound for eternity at halfway home
forever unable to face him with:
'bugger off, voyeur, this
lifeless confine is
yours, not
mine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"This lifeless confine….." how this expression hits the readers'heart!