There is something about Romanesque arches that has always moved me: their simplicity, solidity, here in evidence in a quick sketch I did in walnut ink of the Church of Santa Fosca in Torcello, Italy, near Venice. Romanesque arches feel elemental, basic, yet full of grace. I've never really been able to put my feelings about them into words, but then yesterday read a poem by the 2011 winner of the Nobel Prize for literature, Swedish writer Tomas Transtromer, beautifully translated by the Scottish poet Robin Fulton.
Romanesque Arches
Inside the huge Romanesque church the tourists jostled in the half darkness.
Vault gaped behind vault, no complete view.
A few candle flames flickered.
An angel with no face embraced me
and whispered through my whole body:
“Don’t be ashamed of being human, be proud!
Inside you vault opens behind vault endlessly.
You will never be complete, that’s how it’s meant to be.”
Blind with tears
I was pushed out on the sun-seething piazza
together with Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Mr. Tanaka, and Signora Sabatini,
and inside each of them vault opened behind vault endlessly.