His mind turned in in concentrated fury,
Till he sank . . .
His own room drank him.
- - W. D. Snodgrass, "Matisse: "The Red Studio"
Till he sank . . .
His own room drank him.
- - W. D. Snodgrass, "Matisse: "The Red Studio"
Looking into my red studio,
were you surprised to find no one there?
were you surprised to find no one there?
Calm yourself, my friend, I was only out
of sight, preparing the space for visitors.
of sight, preparing the space for visitors.
Since I am not a part of what I see,
I leave myself unframed. Do you undersstand?
I leave myself unframed. Do you undersstand?
This room is decorated for pleasure,
colored warm to comfort your needled heart.
colored warm to comfort your needled heart.
My art is an embrace, not a devour.
Come inside. A painted chair awaits you.
Come inside. A painted chair awaits you.
I will be there. Together we will share
a refreshing drink of my bright scarlet air.
a refreshing drink of my bright scarlet air.
by Joseph Stanton
