Rodin’s Fallen Caryatid by Lindsay Bernal

She’s collapsing under her big stone:
woe, love, whatever. Vase, urn, bowl,

the cup made of hands at the brook
––what holds is hollow.

Does a child ever recover
from losing the vessel who bore her,

pushed her out of one watery world into this?

Is it an image of damnation?
A grave woman contorted,

knocked over. And yet
we see her grace, her goddess-

smooth curves yielding to the earth.
Is it the stone––what she holds—

or the weight of her hollow body that betrays her?

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