Soul to Stone
Poem by Joy Yourcenar
Images by Eric Boutilier-Brown

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There are times when vision fails us,
sight inadequate to the needs of memory.
Careful as Rodin,
I learned your face
taking texture in hand,
calculating with each caress
the exact curve of cheek,
splayed fingers width of forehead
and the round tenderness of lips
I would need to sculpt a fair likeness.