"Picasso Painting Dora Maar" by Antonio Pessoa.
THE CONTAINER FOR THE THING CONTAINED
What is the man searching for
inside her blouse?
He has been with her body
for seven years
and still is surprised
by the arches of her
slender feet.
He still traces her spine
with careful attention,
feeling for the bones
of her pelvic girdle
when he arrives there.
Her flesh is bright in sunlight
and then not
as he leans forward and back.
Picasso in his later prints shows
himself as a grotesque painter
watching closely a young Spanish woman
on the bed with her legs open
and the old duenna in black
to the side.
He had known nakedness every day
for sixty years. What could there be
in it still to find?
But he was happy even then to get
close to the distant,
distant intermittency.
Like a piano playing faintly
on a second floor in a back room.
The music seems familiar, but is not.
Jack Gilbert
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