Poetic musings

I love this statue, located on the grounds of La Casa in Scottsdale, Arizona. It brings to mind Robert Browning's "Soliloquy in a Spanish Cloister", which inspired the title of this blog. Part of that poem goes thus:

Saints forsooth while brown Dolores

sits outside the convent bank

with Sanchicha telling stories

washing tresses in the tank.

Blue-black, lustrous, thick as horse hairs

don't I see his dead eye glow

bright as 'twere a Barbary's corsair.

That is, if he'd let it show!