sigh... twombly - fare thee well...

Cy Twombly Untitled 1983

twombly - 
fare thee well 
exhaling your last breath 
from your beloved city

immortal now
your story 
joins those whom you painted

sigh... we shall
never know 
another Twombly...

of that which remains
every smudge, scratch, stroke,
gesture, drip
so immediate, so visceral 
you will never be far

and i will be forever haunted 

... happily

Cy Twombly Analyis of the Rose as Sentimental Despair [Part III] 1985 

But because truly, being here is so much; 
because everything here apparently needs us, 
this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us.
Us, the most fleeting of all.
Once for each thing.
Just once; no more.
And we too, just once.
And never again.  
But to have been this once, completely , even if only once:
to have been at one with the earth, 
seems beyond undoing.

Rilke the Duino Elegies [excerpt from the Ninth Elegy] 

Cy Twombly Coronation of Sesotris [Panel 8] 2000

Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence.  Out at sea the dawn wind 
Wrinkles and slides.  I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning. 

TS Elliot Four Quartets [East Coker II]