Guest Edited Poetry
Enrico Scrovegni Commissions Giotto
by Jacqueline OsherowFirst and last: overwhelm with blue.
Here’s my purse for the lapis lazuli.
Paint it. Blind me with it. Make it true.
I sought out genius—the world named you—
to paint away my father’s sin of usury,
cleanse me in your pure, enduring blue.
Start with Joachim; he stumbled too,
repented, then had a daughter: Mary.
(I too repent. Paint it. Make it true.)
Paint how he kissed his wife. Paint what he knew:
tenderness, absolution, ecstasy
and after: Mary’s life. Seal it with blue.
Then paint her son’s life. Paint vice. Paint virtue.
Birth. Marriage. Death. The human story.
Envy. Wrath. Despair. Paint what’s true
or at least what might be. Help me undo
a life of error, self-absorption, folly
with a never-ending baptism of blue.
Make me truthful, Giotto. Make me new.
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