Tuesday Poem: ‘Son of Goya’ by Bill Yarrow

1.
My father paints walls
My father paints walls
because the daylight is malignant
and his eyesight is benign
because dead trees mock him
because death’s weather
courts him, because time’s wife
spits through cracks

2.
He has lost all worldly goods
all physical money. Where are
the friends to comfort his idleness
or cure his fear?
The accumulation of humanness
choke his breathing, yield no rest
All time is his
He paints his walls

3.
The King has commanded
his demise, vowed to
make my father wear
an axe, to scissor
his eyes, set fire
to his skin, all to scratch
envy’s initials on his heart
with a pebble and a rag

4.
Because his nails are too short
his strength too weak
his breaths too hurried
his bones too frail
his heart unsure to take his hands
and paint their fates
he paints his walls
My father paints walls

5.
On the walls are monsters
cities, men, gods. Murderers
pilgrims, a witch, a spy
Two rifles, a woman, a dog
in the sand. These I see
These he lives. Poor Father
Housed in a private darkness
Alone on another earth

6.
I am not against the darkness
I can learn to live with restraint
but nothing moves here in the ink
and nothing speaks. Nothing speaks
in terror of its voice, nothing but
the oily voice of my father
animate in the darkness
where all things hold their breath

7.
Last week I returned home
and entered the house of a deaf man
disenfranchised of patrons
beyond the vile hearing of the world
I entered the house of Goya the painter
self-abandoned, deaf to light
I entered the house and saw Goya
sitting in misery, swallowed by darkness

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This poem first appeared at Blue Five Notebook’s January 2011 issue and was subsequently nominated by editor Sam Rasnake for the Pushcart Prize and also Best of the Net.  I come back to it quite frequently.
Readers can find a wonderful discussion of this poem/interview with Bill Yarrow at Fictionaut
Bill Yarrow is the author of Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX 2012). His poems have appeared in many print and online journals including Poetry International, Connotation Press, DIAGRAM,and PANK. He is a Professor of English at Joliet Junior College where he teaches creative writing, Shakespeare, and introduction to film online. His website is http://www.billyarrow.com.
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One Response to Tuesday Poem: ‘Son of Goya’ by Bill Yarrow

  1. gurglewords says:

    Gosh…this is very intense.There is so much energy in it…reading Susan’s interview was great..I can see so much more now. I got that it wasn’t just about Goya and that it carried strong emotions, ..the very sort a young man in that situation would be likely to feel. I love it that he used Goya in this way.Verse 7, even without the background,speaks so beautifully of his sadness.
    I would like to have seen the original version…an amazing poem for a young man to write!

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