Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Edward Hopper's "Early Sunday Morning" (1930)

Horizontal
Paint, seven
Layers of color
Stacked in Sunday
Clean.

Morning blue
Sky; then
Shadowed eaves,
Then becurtained,
Ledged windows
Facing from
The yet asleep,
The almost awakened;
Yellow. Black, white
On red, perhaps brick;
They still used
Brick in 1930.

Then layer of floor
And ceiling, bottom
And top
To separate the
Sleeping from
Empty stores, all
Commerce ceased.
They still closed stores
On 1930 Sundays.

Sand-colored sidewalk,
Divided
From sand-colored street
By thinnest of
Shaded rises.

And what of
Pudgy hydrant,
Fat with ready
Flow,
And ribboned pole
Of barbers?
Vertical incongruities
Amid the horizontal,
The exceptions
To suggest a rule,
Perhaps.
They, too, cast
Their horizontal
Shadows, the rule
Flowing even
From the exceptions.
Or do the shadows,
Transparent stains
On sidewalks,
Cast hydrant and pole?

Early Sunday morning
Of angled sun and
Horizontal emptiness.
Empty street, devoid
Of movement;
Empty sidewalk,
Devoid of feet;
Empty doorway,
Devoid of welcoming
Proprietor;
Empty windows,
Devoid of faces
Welcoming the day.
Empty sky, devoid
Of clouds or birds.

Only the shadows
Break the silence.

Early Sunday Morning (1930) by Edward Hopper; Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

4 comments:

  1. I like that the "pudgy" hydrant is on the diagonal with the barber's pole, which isn't quite sitting up straight, both parallelling the shadow above the eaves; the "2-2-3-2" rhythm of the windows and colored shades. I like how you layer the poem, as the poem is layered. One can feel the emptiness Hopper paints on canvas. Small town, a different time, an early morning just waiting.

    Nice.

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  2. Of course, I meant to say, "I like how you layer the poem, as the painting is layered."

    And I'll add, I like the idea of "stacked" paint. Quite a visual image.

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  3. you are the voice that broke the silence
    that spoke words from the past
    breaking the horizontal rules

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  4. Again, so much to like. Here's just one (love the sounds)...

    "...blue
    Sky; then
    Shadowed eaves"

    Hey, yes, I have brick near my 1930's driveway. :)

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