Annamaria on Monday
Exactly a week ago from the time this blog launches, I was on my way to meet up with some friends for a few days in the city of Ferrara, a place I have not been to for a few decades. I have a lot to report on what turned out to be a wonderful experience, but for today I will begin by sharing the first stop on our tour, a massive exhibition of the work of Marc Chagall.
I am beginning with a poem about the artist, because it is very dear to my heart. You see, shortly after I first met my dear departed husband David, the first time he and I were together when someone mentioned Chagall. The two of us, simultaneously, began to recite Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poem. Here it is in all its delightful glory, thanks to The Poetry Foundation:
Don’t Let That Horse . . .











Wow and thank you for these photos!
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DeleteAA it's Wendall. I needed this post so much, today. Thank you so much for these images. I always love the way you look at the world.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem! And the whimsical colorful paintings - which as Frost would say, '...saved some part/ of a day I had rued.'
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love the poem too, Sarah. The exhibition was overwhelming. Huge numbers of paintings. Frankly, even though I was choosing what to look at closely, I had to stop looking about halfway through. It began to feel, to me anyway, it’s too much. Given that response, it made the poem more and more comforting. AA
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