An Anodyne, an anodyne
Stars fierce and tender
Wind with wet feet
A hill to climb
To make me God
or grain of sand
No anodyne
No anodyne

White Mist

White Mist, 1958. Oil on canvas, 35A" x 47"

Let Me Go

Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Loose you intangible tentacles
Loose them so I can fly
Hold me not securely
  wrapped as a cocoon
Blind, unable to see
Only to eat, to wallow
  and grow fat

This poem is, to me, a thing that I have noticed in many couples. They tie each other down so "tight". Its like being in a cocoon. I have had men try to do that to me. When it happens I begin to get claustrophobia - it suffocates me. You can't breathe when someone is holding you that tight and won't let you go, because you HAVE to go. You can love someone very much, but if they're the only thing you see, hear, or think about then you grow stale - you seem to stop growing as a person.

Let me Go, 1969. Tempra on paper, 9" x 12"


Windows, 1952. OIl on masonite, 4' x 6'

Emancipation, 1961. Oil on canvas, 40" x 54"

Tie me loose
Tie me loose
Tie me
Tie me
Tie me loose

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