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home ~ 2:22
Monet almost never used
the color black in his paintings
“white lead, cadmium yellow,
But not black.
I wonder what I’d do
without the color black—
I think I’d fear the night less
If I knew I was only shadowed
in darkest shades of cobalt blue.
And we will explore besides the empty space that you left in your poem,
the empty space that you left in each word.
—Roberto Juarroz, from “A fly is walking head downward on the ceiling” in Vertical Poetry, translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin (North Point Press, 1988)