Poem: Memory Engraved in Wood
Art object - Frank Lloyd Wright (American, 1867–1959)Side Chair from the Gregor Affleck House (Bloomfield Hills, MI), 1940–41
Look, I am polished and shiny, a proud being with
Only one leg but a sturdy spine to support it,
Named after Gregor Affleck, I lived in his house
Though he was not the one who brought me to life,
I was an adopted son entertaining his guests -
Many have stroked me, many sat on my lap
Many days, many years ago…
I forgot all the names, hands, and bodies
Except this man, who came late to a party one night
He entered the room, glanced at me and I felt it
In all grains of my skin, in all veins of my wooden flesh -
He was the one who first saw
My image in a piece of a simple cypress plywood
And called me to life with his sight,
Put his signature on my leg, a sign for direction
To be never lost or forgotten…
Strange name I heard whispered by admiring voices,
Frank Lloyd Wright -
The name engraved in my core
great phrase:
In all grains of my skin, in all veins of my wooden flesh
Well done, Olga.
Thank-you.