A New Degas!

Well, new to me, anyway. I had no idea that I'd missed this absolutely gorgeous Degas laundress painting -- thanks to Eavan Boland's poem, I found it. Here's the poem:

Degas's Laundresses

You rise, you dawn

roll-sleeved Aphrodite,

out of a camisol brine,

a linen pit of stiches,

silking the fitten sheets

away from you like waves.

You seam dreams in the folds

of wash from which freshes

the whiff and reach of fields

where it bleached and stiffened.

Your chat's sabbatical:

brides, wedding outfits,

a pleasure of leisured women

are sweated into the folds,

the neat heaps of linen.

Now the drag of the clasp.

Your wrists basket your waist.

You round to the square weight.

Wait. There behind you.

A man. There behind you.

Whatever you do don't turn.

Why is he watching you?

Whatever you do don't turn.

Whatever you do don't turn.

See he takes his ease

staking his easel so,

slowly sharpening charcoal,

closing his eyes just so,

slowly smiling as if

so slowly he is

unbandaging his mind.

Surely a good laundress

would understand its twists,

its white turns,

its blind designs --

it's your winding sheet.

Socks on a Rock

Stella spent 14 days in Montana on a great Outward Bound adventure. She took lots of gorgeous photos, even one of her laundry drying on a boulder, which just goes to show how much she loves her mother.

I'm working myself into a thesis topic about Eavan Boland's poetry -- something about how she uses domestic images -- an aesthetic or political choice?