Nude Descending a Staircase No. 2, 1912
Marcel Duchamp

Nude Descending a Staircase

X. J. Kennedy

  Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh,

   A gold of lemon, root and rind,

          She sifts in sunlight down the stairs

        With nothing on. Nor on her mind.

We spy beneath the banister

            A constant thresh of thigh on thigh—

     Her lips imprint the swinging air

     That parts to let her parts go by.

     One-woman waterfall, she wears

      Her slow descent like a long cape

 And pausing, on the final stair

    Collects her motions into shape.

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Marcel Duchamp: Nu descendant un escalier

Joan Hambidge

and a semicircle of dirt-colored men
about a fire bursting from an old
ash can
—William Carlos Williams

Om trap af

kaal te loop

was eens

bekend

d'abord dans debort

découvrir

dehors

demi-

af

af

af

in 'n kubistiese raaisel

sonder oplossing

kopskuddend nee

laat hy loop

laat hy ver loop

tot by die valreep

of die senings

in die vleis

wys:

aint got that swing

in die visuele woordspel

opstand teen

retinale kuns:

arroser la vie.

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