[ South Carolina Morning ; Edward Hopper (1955) ]....
South Carolina Morning
--Yusef Komunyakaa
Her red dress & hat
...tease the sky’s level-
headed blue. Outside
a country depot,
...she could be a harlot
or saint on Sunday
morning. We know
...Hopper could slant
light till it falls
on our faces. She waits
...for a tall blues singer
whose twelve-string is
hours out of hock,
...for a pullman porter
with a pigskin wallet
bulging with greenbacks,
...who stepped out of Porgy
at intermission. This is
paradise made of pigment
...& tissue, where apples
ripen into rage & lust.
In a quick glance,
...beyond skincolor,
she’s his muse, his wife—
the same curves
...to her stance, the same
breasts beneath summer cloth.
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