Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Chicago Picasso ~ Peter Taylor






The two wing-like shapes that are her hair suggest with equal truth

the fragile wings of a butterfly or the powerful flight of an eagle,

while at the same time the rods that connect them to the profile

seem to contain the music of a guitar.                                    Sir Roland Penrose




One hundred and eight floors up

in the Sears Tower

you can see it all:                               

vertebrae of a city

hugging the lake front

like an exhausted animal,

steel wheat

rising from the plains of Illinois.



I think of Lincoln and fires.  



After two hours in the Loop,

the mind still wanders 

with the despair of a commuter,

until

coming down Dearborn there it is—



50 feet high, unreal at first,

icon, grotesque butterfly,

the bird in the horse in the woman,

162 ton offspring

of Picasso and US Steel,

weathering graffiti

with the patience of a saint

in the Richard J. Daley Plaza.



Across the street

a 39 foot MirĂ³ looks on,

its sensuous ceramic

nestled between

the First United Methodist Temple

and the Chicago-Tokyo Bank.


First published in StepAway Magazine

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