Sunday 25 December 2011

Poem by the Dutch writer
Nachoem M. Wijnberg


THE RACKET IN RODIN’S STUDIO

His apprentices’ sole task is making hands
and placing them in boxes, ordered as to type,
while he himself kneads the remaining clay bodies
attaching to them the hands already prepared.
He prises apertures open and moistens the clay
with spit from his mouth, to save himself some time.
He moves between the heaps of clay and the models
kneeling on sheets while the apprentices watch him
and hold onto hands that grip and let go.

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