"Buckaroos at Cabin" (Carl Fleischhauer, 1979)
The time will come/when, with elation,/you will greet yourself arriving/at your own door, in your own mirror,/and each will smile at the others welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat./You will love again the stranger who was yourself./Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart/to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored/for another, who knows you by heart./Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,/peel your own image from the mirror./Sit. Feast on your life.
Richard Gere (Herb Ritts, 1977)
Mothers of America/let your kids go to the movies!/get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to/it’s true that fresh air is good for the body/but what about the soul/that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images
(Frank O’Hara, “Ave Maria”)