In the cave with a long-ago flare <br />a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig. <br />A wall of leaping darkness over her. <br />The men are out hunting in the early light <br />But here in this flicker, one or two men, painting <br />and a woman among them. <br />Great living animals grow on the stone walls, <br />their pelts, their eyes, their sex, their hearts, <br />and the cave-painters touch them with life, red, brown, black, <br />a woman among them, painting.<br /><br />Muriel Rukeyser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painters/
