Poem For Georgia O’Keeffe

The ripples of a life:
Your black iris hangs
In my study–
(the walls are grey and
you would approve);
How could you know the beauty
You would bring into our lives
You, who painted flowers
big to make us see–
Intensity of color to
Mirror intensity of soul,
And, having found
Expression, tranquillity of
Soul.

You couldn’t have known, not truly.
You were simply working hard,
Faithful to what you saw.

You painted your way
And your passing grieves me.

by Ellen Grace Olinger

Published in HARD ROW TO HOE, Reviews From Rural America (Winter 1994, Vol III).

The print referred to is from a showing of Georgia O’Keeffe’s work at The Madison Art Center:  Paintings 1919 – 1977.
March 3 –  April 29, 1984.  Wisconsin USA.

There is a Georgia O’Keeffe Museum.  She lived from 1887 – 1986.