Autumn 1963 • Vol. XXV No. 4 Poetry |

The Eye: From a Museum Bench

Michael Goldman THE EYE: FROM A MUSEUM BENCH I rested in front of the umber and ocher Picasso unfocusing my eyes, till a rounded breast like a little crest of the sea came up before me and I saw the barely held in thighs and the bag from Bonwit's rustling beside them; in a red and white gauzy dress she stood for a moment and absorbed Picasso. My lungs filled up with glue; unwieldy notions like packages teetered before me, and then- What passage in my life, what corridor warming with sunken treasure sealed again as she receded through the gallery and I sat on with leaden thighs but with a high sense of occasion and an eye just made for every umber and ocher's slightest shade?

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

Epithalamion

By Michael Goldman

Michael Goldman THE EYE: FROM A MUSEUM BENCH I rested in front of the umber and ocher Picasso unfocusing my eyes, till a rounded breast like a little crest of […]

Orpheus

By Michael Goldman

Michael Goldman THE EYE: FROM A MUSEUM BENCH I rested in front of the umber and ocher Picasso unfocusing my eyes, till a rounded breast like a little crest of […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.