Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

the pastels used by Mary Cassatt

(on view at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)

wrapped up in silk

personal, sweet

civil as dancers’feet

rose, blue, and milk

feeling of dance

feeling of “just to be”

as if eternity

were substance

burrowed in dust

soft, yet hard

as the illusions they charred

perfect with trust

patient fingers

rest in pale rows

eternity goes

mortality lingers

and, at home,

I, working for all I’m worth,

find my hands black with earth

and eternity come

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