400 Moi? 400 Moi? asks the huge blown-up etching of Rembrandt, with its trademark vermicelli hair, potato nose and quizzical mouth. Considering his bankruptcy and the trouble he had in later life getting his rich...
Rembrandt’s Jewish Bride Their flesh is the tall light of candles. Her ember skirts smoulder. His sleeves are buttered with gold. Their mouths, so recently trembling round their vows, have settled like butterflies. You see...
Adele Davide This poem is taken from Adele Davide’s most recent collection The Moon’s Song (Katabasis,2001). sof 70 March 2005 Goddesses They belong to their faces as only those who’ve become the landscape of their...
