Joan Mitchell - 'Blue Territory' (American 1972)
I have heard you carrying on while I slept.
There is a way of expression that comes from an
Old place--some of it is laughing and some of it is
Listening to you.
Such a duty it is to gather up these crooked toys
And busted things.
As if from behind a thick, cold curtain i see the playful edge of the sun.
This play pen, this Parthenon, will rot,
And some of it will stand.