Saturday, September 22, 2007
ghazal for Modigliani
(writing after a painting)
Say I sit a while for Modi
not exactly smile for Modi
like the other girls who come here
all become a style for Modi
does the chair feel rough & wooden?
would one walk a mile for Modi?
in the dark blue of my garment
feelings reconcile for Modi
what one is gets re-invented
there's but little bile in Modi
why don't dealers come & visit?
do no patrons dial for Modi?
simply being here proves pleasant
drinking chamomile with Modi
will the colors of your palette
grow sweetly purile for Modi?
his simplicity's deceptive!
there's both Seine & Nile in Modi!
what he loves who else would notice?
how the world beguiles our Modi!
in this cold room with its dim light
I'm in exile like Modi
Raphael! leave off your jotting
poetry is vile for Modi!