This Quickening - "The Wild Iris" Spread

“The Wild Iris” by Louise Gluck At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry surface. It is ter

“The Wild Iris” by Louise Gluck

At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.
It is terrible to survive
as consciousness
buried in the dark earth.
Then it was over: that which you fear, being
a soul and unable
to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
bending a little. And what I took to be
birds darting in low shrubs.
You who do not remember
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice:
from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure seawater.

Artwork Info

Type of Work moveable artist book
Medium gouache on tracing paper, glue, laser print, handbound
Dimensions 8 x 12 in.

Artist Info

Stephanie McCollough

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Joined: June 13, 2011

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Stephanie McCollough BFA Communication Design Thesis Spring 2014