Drawing by Susan C. Price
Puzzle
By Eric Meub
Puzzle
By Eric Meub
[Originally published on December 12, 2015]
I read too much. My second husband used
to make inspections of my bedside drawer,
then catch me at the sink: You’re fifty-four
for God’s sake, Marianne, why start on Proust?
When I was younger, I conceived my brain
as full of jigsaw puzzle holes to fill:
covalent bonds, debates about Free Will,
a life of Eleanor of Aquitaine.
It’s been more irrepressible an urge
than curiosity, for beauties lurk
behind the chaos, and some masterwork
I know so well must finally emerge.
I can’t quite give it up, although my hands
are full of pieces, and the puzzle just expands.
| Copyright © 2015, 2020 by Susan C. Price & Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena, the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |
The narrator of this knowing sonnet can say that again: “the puzzle just expands.”
ReplyDeleteA fine poem for these times. As I used to tell my literature students (first career), poetry is the most powerful and economical of all written communication. It says more from A to B than any of the others.
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ReplyDeleteExcellent writing, an excellent poem, just plain excellent!
Susan even your simplest drawings indicate, intimate (or is imply the word I want?) SO much more than meets the eye at first. The eye jumps all about this one-is that another image? One of those reverse-the-perspective things? It gives the impression of suspicion, distrust, she seems to say "Don't pee down my leg and tell me it's raining!" And Eric, such a great concept, I realize I'm rather like that; I see a hole in my knowledge and I want to fill it. Ah, but one could NEVER be too old for Proust!
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