Edward Hopper

room in brooklyn

cape cod afternoon

A Poem for Edward Hopper

from adam

i have heard his art described

as lonely and yet human,

containing a stillness

as stark and as vast

as a quiet field.

but I think of how he said, simply,

‘what I wanted to do

was to paint sunlight

on the side of a house.’

and yes, he understood those yellow squares,

the way they nuzzled

against the winter-bent wood siding,

the way they sparkled on a flower vase

and made of it a chandelier.

the way they laid down on the green carpet

and hoped they would belong.


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