A Very Still Life

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Nancy Willard’s most recent books include a collection of poems,In The Salt Marsh (Knopf,2004) and a book of essays on writing,The Left-Handed Story (The University of Michigan Press, 2008.)

She has been awarded grants from the National Endowment for the Arts in both fiction and poetry. She teaches in the English Department at Vassar College.

The night after the service, his sister appears
to him.  She is gathering her paintings
for the show her gallery promised: seascapes
like bowls of broth, moons like Camembert
wheels, chunked off and eaten.  Her life’s work!
She asks his opinion of this one, that one.
She says, “Nobody calls me.”
He says, “How can they?  You’re dead.”
She shakes her head: No.

The next night he sees her adding the last
brushstrokes to  green grapes
lounging on a white platter.
They walk among the paintings,
each with its title and price.
She says, “Nobody answers my calls.”
He says, “They can’t hear you.
No breath, no heartbeat, No coming back.”
She shakes her head: No.

The third night she stands at the foot of his bed
pleading.  She begs him to take the paintings.
Maybe he will have better luck.
Her death? They don’t speak  of it.
She says, “Take the days as they come,
the nights as they go.  Don’t forget me.”
He says, “How much of yourself you left behind!”
She says, “Look for me in the world I left
when the sun splashes its light on everything.”


4 Responses to A Very Still Life

  1. A. Molotkov says:

    The most stunning poem I have read in a long time.

  2. Llewellyn McKernan says:

    Calm relaxed tone relating sad sad loss–touching.

  3. Jean Stockman Duteau says:

    I as an artist can relate to this poem, it all goes back to self esteem and the inner child saying, “Look what I have made!”

  4. Carole Spearin McCauley says:

    Startlingly beautiful poem, so believable. I read it twice and will truly remember it.

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