Sonnet on Giorgione’s ‘Tempest’ by Bruce Dale Wise The Society June 24, 2013 Art, Poetry Near a brief flash of lightning sits a bird, a white one on a gray and sloping roof, and rests against big blue clouds, like a surd, almost absurd, incapable of proof; and down below some city buildings gleam; green trees and shrubs stand in between; a lone bridge crosses over a slow-moving stream. All that is enigmatic and unknown. A lone pole leans against the man at left. At right a nearly naked woman gives a baby suck. By space the two are cleft. There is a haunting quality that lives. If ever on this painting your eyes rest, you will not soon forget Giorgione’s Tempest. Featured image of Giorgione’s Tempest courtesy of Wikimedia Commons Related Post ‘The Chinese Bill of Rights’ and Other Poetry by... The Chinese Bill of Rights In China, laws regarding human rights May keep a simple man awake at nights, Suspecting that a Mand'rin guten Mo... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.