There is no better art work for kissing and making up than "The Quarrel"!
This rare Robert Motherwell lithograph features the poem "The Quarrel" by the United States Poet Laureate Stanley Kunitz. Read the full text of the poem in the artwork and reproduced below; it makes an amazing gift to a loved one or work associate or as a reminder of these important universal truths in any home or office. The work is hand signed and numbered in graphite on recto (front) from an edition of 100. It also bears the publisher's distinctive blind stamp (Tyler Graphics, Ltd., Mount Kisco, New York). Unframed with deckled edges and in fine condition.
Literature: (B. 294; Engberg and Banach (E. & B.) 318)
The full text of the poem is as follows:
The word I spoke in anger
weighs less than a parsley seed,
but a road runs through it
that leads to my grave,
that bought-and-paid-for lot
on a salt-sprayed hill in Truro
where the scrub pines
overlook the bay.
Half-way I'm dead enough,
strayed from my own nature
and my fierce hold on life.
If I could cry, I'd cry,
but I'm too old to be
with whom should I quarrel
except in the hiss of love,
that harsh irregular flame?
Hand signed and numbered in graphite on recto (front) with publisher's distinctive blindstamp.