Pensive Woman Print
The true substance of poetry lies not in the words themselves but in the thoughts they engender.
Pensive … a kind of cold fire
lacking the warmth of joy,
the summer sun,
or the taste of rain. .
Pensive … a kind of silence
slowly stirring
the chested holdings
of the heart.
Pensive … a kind of death,
with mind chatter in chains,
the winter sun breathing
mountains that won’t move.
Specifications
| Paper Type | Archival Matte Paper |
| Size | 32.7 x 48.3cm (A3+) |