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Spring 2003
 
 

The Pineapple, the Plate
for Jane Hirshfield

In Matisse’s painting,
the usual sinuosity
is gone,
only a fruit,
a brown pineapple
that comes on
like a light
that cannot
be abolished,
a corolla
of zero-
dimensional
earthen hues,
the disappearing
green of
Spanish highlands,
& there,
a blue-white
wrapper
that curls,
a thin mouth
that inhabits,
navigates;
again,
the welcome
yoke of storm
& conquering light,
an honor guard
of such sweetness
that the sky
engages
this holy
conversation.

Mostly oranges,
immutable green,
the spray
of conch shell
saffron,
a perfectly
arranged mouth
ready to swallow
it all like a bitter,
chalky pill.

 

Ryan G. Van Cleave

 
     
  The Pinapple (1948): Oil on canvas, 45 ¼ by 35 in., by Henri Matisse. Matisse combines his simplicity with Picasso’s sense of composition and disjunction. In 1926, Matisse wrote his daughter, “I have not seen Picasso for years. . I don’t care to see him again. . he is a bandit waiting in ambush,” yet the two sought each other out frequently in later years and continued a gentle rivalry where each subsumed the other’s traits into their own works to one-up the other. The Pineapple is perhaps Matisse’s most Picasso-like painting, with its cubist syntax (overlapping of planes and ambiguous corporeality) and unusual contours.  
     
  Ryan G. Van Cleave has work forthcoming in The Harvard Review, The Iowa Review, and Ontario Review. His most recent books include a poetry collection, Say Hello (Pecan Grove Press, 2001), an anthology, Like Thunder: Poets Respond to Violence in America (University of Iowa Press, 2002), and a creative writing textbook, Contemporary American Poetry: Behind the Scenes (Allyn & Bacon/Longman, 2003).  
 

 
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