Four Visits to an Unfinished Canvas by Gustave Courbet, Once Painted Over
1.
Unhappy with death, someone
painted over it, was told
to paint over it, was hired to turn a corpse
into a bride, so as to
game the sale, like
who would buy No
when you could buy Yes, a corpse
was meat but a bride
was a promise
about to be kept — “Interestingly,
the iconography
has been interpreted
as both a wake and a marriage,” and for certain girls it must have
felt the same,
wedding veil and
winding sheet —
That anyone could buy this scene
as celebration —
That anyone could think to wive
this limp
girl —
2.
In Gustave Courbet’s La Toilette de la Morte —
(Known for a time as La Toilette de la Mariée)
In the epic scale reserved for kings, he painted
a soup tureen —
Something that looked like a pile of flowers —
The crescent arms of efficient girls — in
sweeping curves — on
diagonal lines — He painted
a curtained bed, a set of stairs, a window ledge —
where living girls leaned, looking out —
3.
And later, when someone
painted in a mirror, to show the dead girl
her revised
face —
Not quite a bride and not quite a corpse, I stood
looking in the gallery,
woman at fifty —
4.
So much tenderness and work-a-day
focus in the thirteen
young women in Courbet’s
canvas, preparing
to tend the living while
tending the dead —
Did he leave the canvas unfinished because
her promise was unfinished —
To leave the lives
of the living girls
as canvas left unfinished —
“Fine art is knowledge made visible,”
Courbet said —
Death
is everyone’s bride.
Gustave Courbet, Preparation of the Dead Girl, ca. 1850-1855, oil on canvas. Purchased with the Drayton Hillyer Fund, Smith College Museum of art, Northampton, Massachusetts, SC 1929.1. The image of the painting appears here with the permission of Smith College Museum of Art.
“Four Visits to an Unfinished Canvas by Gustave Courbet, Once Painted Over” was commissioned by the Poetry Center at Smith College and will appear this fall in the ekphrastic anthology The Map of Every Lilac Leaf: Poets Respond to the Smith College Museum of Art.
I love Dana’s poem both for its sonic landscape and for its depth and humor and a kind of tragedy! Brilliant!
Oh thank you Sally! Thanks for reading.