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7. Self-portrait from the dementia ward
ОглавлениеSelf-portrait from the dementia ward
After a few mouthfuls of supper
she lies back on her pillows,
struggling against the bedsore to be comfortable.
Words elude her: ‘Everything is so . . .’
and she moves her elegant fingers
in a way to suggest a Jackson Pollock painting.
I think about prompting her
but I want to hear the substitute –
the synonym that her shattered genius will provide.
Even so I am surprised:
‘. . . modernistic,’ she says eventually
and closes her eyes,
exhausted by the last stand,
the self-portrait.