Banvard's Folly
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by c.a. leibow |
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"Does anyone still want to go with me into a panorama?"
—Max Brod ![]() The sun floats down river Resting from a long day. As Banvard draws love ![]() Birds in the sand. She tries to explain How his deformity angers her. ![]() Unable, she leaves him On the other side of the shore. Banvard becomes a traveling salesman, ![]() A campfire fiddler, A drunk, a painter of shores. Yearning for her— ![]() He turns her into the Mississippi shore. Riding the long river, floating On a brush, he paints her portrait. ![]() Huge bolts of love The canvas sags from longing Immense wood contraption ![]() (Gears-pulleys crank machinery) Three miles of canvas. An uninterrupted portrait. ![]() The papers publish the spectacle "The hunch back painter and his panorama!" He builds a wooden stage ![]() Winds up river then down. The lines are long, (.50 cents.) They wait for hours . . . ![]() He sits in the middle Of hungry brush stroke Up river ![]() Down. Up river down Eyes straining— To find her. |
John Banvard (November 15, 1815 – May 16, 1891) was a U.S. panorama and portrait painter known for his panoramic views of the Mississippi River Valley.
Christopher Leibow
Wed 17th Aug 2011 19:13
Thanks Ray. No haven;t done any for a long time, not since I graduated from graduate school. just been writing and reading mostly. I took a quick look at your poems and I like them. I need to spend more time with them. I think a great name for a prize would be the Glittery Unicorn Anemone Poetry Prize...what do you think?
Cheers from across the pond,
C.