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Homage to Brancusi’s Marbles: A new-“Muse Sleeping” By Valery Oisteanu
The Muse is a lifeless form that dreams She was made out of white cube of marble An oval stone with shadow underneath The weight of stone holds her in place She is almost an indestructible egg Suddenly she opens her eyes and smiles Poets are inspired by the curvature of her brow The nakedness of her lips inspires artists Women measure their beauty by her Slipping through time, holding the time The white is whiter when dreaming in the dark She is the sculpture for the blind Touch the muse sleeping, Caress her, stroke her, and kiss her She is a limestone-Kiss, a song of a wood rooster
	Constantin Brâncuşi, Danaide, 1918
A fragment of an unfinished torso sheds a tear A young bird with veined skin takes flight, A flight shiny as gold, movement/stillness An abstract head of a woman dancing A newborn’s shout of pain A Miracle in the middle of the rotunda: a white seal At the Gugh a princess looks like an erect cock Man in a wheelchair rolls backwards in disbelief

She is the beginning and the end of the world

She is the polished stone embracing unpolished stone

She is Prometheus, a sleeping child, and a flying turtle

The Creator all covered in white powder

Recreates the world according to his dreams

Brancusi ascends to the heavens on his Infinite Ladder.

Constantin Brâncuşi, The Beginning of the World, 1924