Three Poems

Is it a Voice? for Edvard Munch

Is it a voice or is it a woman?
                                                                                                      
Or shall I say: there is a voice
that is a woman?

She stares at you
in the morning, she returns to you
in the evening.

The river runs behind her.

The sun is a white bar
    on the blue river.
The moon is a yellow bar
on the black river.

Where can you look to understand her?

She likes to wear a white dress.

She greets you
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