“Landscape with a Pollard Willow” —Hanns Lautensack
The telescoped view
forces the focus through
the foliage, the fingering
limbs, leaving the gaze to linger
on the church, its tower and steeple,
fixed in the center of the scene.
There are no people to be seen,
no animals. There is simply
this scope of the land, etched
as it might have been sketched
on an afternoon walk by one
on his long way home alone.
This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 28 Number 1, on page 31
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