Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

THE SITTER*

Beauty…
It touches so deeply
it causes us to know something
about ourselves
we did not already know.
Beauty is a mirror held up before us.
We can see ourselves as sitters in it 
and the world as our painter.
Our lives are its pigment, 
pastose strokes, and canvased dance.
We are its portrait.
And, where Sargent might have seen
the animal in his Madame X,
what the world shows us,
if we are willing to see it,
is the human in the animal,
the man inside the finch, let’s say,
the tiny heartbeat behind
the fine feather and brittle bone of love.

*Inspired by Donna Tartt's 
Pulitzer Prize winning novel, The Goldfinch

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