Leo Yankevich - The Garrett Loft

Leo Yankevich - The Garrett Loft

In garret lofts poor artists have quite often br painted women bathing, combing hair br inside a nearby mirror ... Your eyes soften, br and, pale as blossoms or flesh from a pear, br your skin glints in the light. Snow falls outside br amid the greyness and the winter cold, br yet this one moment it is warm inside. br br Crouched in the slipper tub, you sit and hold br your sprawling hair in your right hand, and comb br it with your left. You smile, sing to yourself, br and in the glass see pennies on the shelf, br a garret-loft too bare to be your home. br And I see what those starving artists see br and try to catch it for eternity.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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