VERSE
Westerfield, Nancy G
NANCY G. WESTERFIELD VIRGIN AND CHILD Against a sixteenth-century snatch of landscape Accurate as a photograph: the fruited tree, A calf, a distant castle on a hill, All the conundra of the...
...Berries like breasts hang at her milky cheek...
...NANCY G. WESTERFIELD VIRGIN AND CHILD Against a sixteenth-century snatch of landscape Accurate as a photograph: the fruited tree, A calf, a distant castle on a hill, All the conundra of the artist's past: Seated, she lifts the subtle Child, And the virgin breast, veiled diaphanously, Supples itself upon the GodsSon's fist...
...Round-eyed and guileless, spreading Her curtained knees, sweetly she is Coils and colors of paint within The flow of form, framed by that fiction Of an eternal summer, and in her lap Eternally to be petted, the eternal He She holds up in pink-armed innocence: Until one sees, where almost the pointillist Pupils of her eyes scan inwardly, Twill sequins minute and secret that silhouette Him: the hanged and nailed Man...
...Commo~ea" ~19...
Vol. 102 • November 1975 • No. 17
