Lockdown: Thinking of Avigdor Arikha, 1929-2010

It’s lonely watching how the rain runs down 

It’s warming watching how the rain runs down 


The afternoons revive with television 

The afternoons expire with television 


A man obsessed with seeing what he saw 

Brought out the age-old glass Venetian bowl 


He’d almost made a spectre of itself 

By painting it so close to evanescence 


A thing of light amid a world of light. 

He held it up for me to see the light 


Which was the day’s light over mansard roofs 

In Paris near the jail called Santé (Health) 

from The Missing Months (Faber, 2022), © Lachlan MacKinnon 2022, used by permission of the author and publisher, Faber & Faber Ltd.

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