By Merle Molofsky

The analytical traces the shape of shimmer—
Entanglement of wind in all the rambling reachings
of the scholar trees
or the hoverings of paintbursts simulating sun
in the interpenetration of warm and cool
of Monet’s waterlilies.

The analytical demands configuration
in comparisons–
within any one woman’s body many twinned lips
the summer spectrum
of Monet’s waterlilies.

How much closer we must get
before we are betrayed by technique:
“the proper distance’ maintains “the proper illusion”
of a newer perspective, a correct fragmentation,
and we see what has never been concealed—
we see the “we”
of Monet’s waterlilies.

Sunlight lies compact upon earth, but
celebrates with water
the lyrical analytic
of Monet’s waterlilies….

Merle Molofsky, psychoanalyst and poet, serves on the boards of IFPE and NAAP and the editorial board of The Psychoanalytic Review. Articles in The Psychoanalytic Review,
Journal of Religion of Health.

One Response to Waterlilies

  1. Rachel says:


    Today on Orcas Island, so far away from NYC — ahh,then I read your poem and the miles evaporate.

    Beautiful poem, Merle.


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