(Imagining Edward Hopper’s Sun in an Empty Room, 1963)
Sunlight streams into an empty room
through an undraped window to the walls and floor
in silence, like the silence of a tomb.
Don’t go looking for the bride and groom.
They’ve split. No, they don’t live there anymore.
Sunlight seeps into the empty room,
where absences – a trace of her perfume
and echoes of their voices – underscore
the silence. Like a vacuum or a tomb,
deserted beaches or a barren womb,
this is the after scene. Not the before,
when sunlight graced the corners of this room
that’s now for rent. The landlord took his broom
and swept unwanted remnants out the door,
whistling in the nice, clean, sunny tomb.
These dark, unlikely angles, I presume,
and blackened trees know what I’m searching for
is sunlight, not a shadowed waiting room
gone silent like a long-abandoned tomb.
A strange video about the life of Edward Hopper with great period photographs and film.
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