Chelsea Jennings – Sept 6, Iyengar III

A poet writing brilliantly about color?! Orange! Two of my favorite worlds collide.

SHADES OF ORANGE

Adriatic

Helen Frankenthaler

Acrylic on canvas

1968

The sun sets all at once. The world

goes orange and stays that way.

Orange soaks, spills over, burnt, persimmon,

still we have no name for the sun

that stains the dusk-violet strip of sea.

Anything large will immerse you or serve

as scenery. So what do you do with the corners

of pictures? There is nowhere else

to go. Orange, an empire of sorrow.

The closer you stand the greater the scale.