Poems - Issue 4
'If your pictures aren't good enough,
you're not close enough'
I’ve been thinking about Capa’s Loyalist soldier
falling into his own shadow, whether or not to believe
his heart burst into that white shirt the moment after
the shutter clicked; such serious business to follow.
Faces crowded at the Morgue gates in Valencia
imploring the lens of a Leica for news; the pure ferocity
in a seven year-old’s look, consoling her grandmother;
La Pasionaria and the farewell for the International Brigades.
Yet I’ve been thinking mostly of Taro, before Spain, captured by Capa:
beautiful exile, pulling faces; a wink, goofy, shy, then unaware
at the May Day parade, smiling, buying Lily of the Valley,
the closest he ever got, frame after frame of her sleeping;
all the packed suitcases of Europe for a pillow –
whether anything can ever be so grievous as love.