Italian Street Scene
after Nigel Henderson Stressed
Photograph 1951
concertina’d
space against space
horse w/ cart
going up
the street’s tiled zig-zag
paved crazily
swirled in Henderson’s dark dish
rippling up to white-walls
of a displaced convertible –
gleam-sheen
merged into brick
low door open –
white shirt hair slicked back
as if sprouted from his own car
it’s all been pulled back squeezed up stretched
so not knowing
which way to look
you’re in the photo too
coffee in the air
breadrolls flowers
like the bunch she’s carrying
in one hand
haloed by morning sun
as she arrives walking
too cool to agitate
unstoppable jazz walk
unstressed –
testing the hem
of her retro-for-real check-print dress
the staccato tattoo
of those heels
wins out in all the other sounds –
motor starting
an aria of an argument
neighing horse –
in the old cacophony
a rhythm-awakening
1 comment:
Jazz rhythms in this poem strike me as authentic. The concertina sounds too. A musical poem with photographic images. A recipe that works.
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