Doisneau: Underground Press
04/28/2026 14:58h
Were I to fall in love all over again, it would be
with this low ceiling, with the calm faces
of the two men going about their craft,
and with her, now twisting towards them,
beautiful, defiant and free.
Because we forget how beauty was once itself
and nothing else, how it held its stellar
moment in attic and cellar.
Because that is what beauty is, this compact
with time and the silence of concentration
on one subversive operation,
that requires courage and sacrifice
and never comes without a price.