When they leave,
Do you think they hesitate,
Turn and make a farewell sign,
Some gesture of regret?
When they leave,
the music is loudest,
the sun high,
and you, dizzy with wine
befuddled with well-being,
sink into your body
as though it were real,
as if yours to keep.
You neither see their going,
nor hear their silence
-- Cy Twombly's 'interpretation' of Patricia Waters poem '
Now is the Drinking'
works by
Cy Twombly
'Coronation of Sesostris 2000'
various panels
Acrylic, crayon, and pencil on canvas
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