Hamilton on Wolfhagen
In this response to a large oil painting in the collection, poet Allis Hamilton recalls her poem Hare, as having ‘writing itself onto my page’ after viewing Philip Wolfhagen’s Southern Vista I. As Allis describes, "there is no visible hare in Wolfhagen’s painting yet to me it felt like it was there, or could quite easily be there, in among the shadowy hedges of the landscape."
Hare
after Philip Wolfhagen's Southern Vista I
There,
still,
resting
on the edge of wonder,
bewildered by breath
in the nudging gloaming,
hides a hare in the thicket;
its calling no longer of light,
but of all the mystery of night.
Entrapped in more sorrow
than leaves in the woods,
the hare watches; haunted
by its last days,
dying in winter light,
going home to its lost self –
breathless at the forgetting
of so many spent days
frolicking in spring light,
leaping and gnawing
in the long grass – all going now
with its twitching breath;
its felt paws emptying.