Sitting for Inge Morath by Honor Moore

Her camera--then a focused face maneuvers to seek with a blue eye what in my face she would embrace. “I have an idea,” her smile a trace to reassure--and posing, I comply. Her camera, then a focused face catch a countenance I’d efface. She’s triumphant, almost wry. What in my face she would embrace I can’t predict. We talk of place, become friends, light moves with each try: Her camera, then a focused face (together a sort of minotaur) race shadow and my poise to prophesy what in my face she would embrace in darkroom darkness, how I’ll grace paper--first a fray of shadow filched by her camera, then a focused face: what in my face she would embrace. From “Memoir: Poems by Honor Moore” (Chicory Blue Press, 795 E. Street North, Goshen, CT 06756: $11.95; 80 pp.). Moore’s work has often been anthologized, but this is her first book-length collection. She is also the author of a verse play, “Mourning Picture,” produced on Broadway in 1974. The photo of her, above, is by Inge Morath. Honor Moore, 1988. Reprinted by permission of Chicory Blue Press.