Carefully read and analyze David Dominguez's poem, "Wedding Portrait." Pay close attention to how the poem uses imagery and symbolism to make its point.

In addition, find at least three outside sources on the web that help you explain the allusions within this poem (hint: the poem alludes to very specific painters and their paintings, so sites that include digital copies of these paintings and biographical information on the painters will be useful). Ensure that the sources you cite are credible and will give your own writing credibility with an academic audience. Use this outside information to further support your interpretation of the poem's imagery and symbolism in answer to the following question:

Overall, what is this poem communicating through its imagery and symbolism?

600 words, 5 paragraphs, in MLA format.

Poem:

Wedding Portrait

BY DAVID DOMINGUEZ

Yesterday afternoon, I hung a framed print in the living room-
a task that took two head-throbbing hours.
It's a wedding portrait that we love: Frida and Diego Rivera.
I wonder how two people could consistently hurt each other,
but still feel love so deeply as their bones turned into dust?
Before Frida died, she painted a watermelon still life;
before his death, Diego did too.
I want to believe that those paintings were composed
during parallel moments because of their undying devotion.
If I close my eyes, I can see melon wedges left like
centerpieces except for the slice
Diego put on the table's corner-
one piece of fruit pecked at by a dove
that passed through a window.
I know that I won't be building a bookshelf anytime soon
and that the chances of me constructing a roll-top desk
are as slim as me building an Adirondack chair that sits plumb,
but I'm good with the spackle and putty knives in my tool belt.
The knots in my back might not be there
if I had listened to her suggestions,
and I could well have done without two hours of silence
over a few holes in the wall.
But somehow, life has its ways of working things out.
This afternoon, I shut the blinds,
turned off the TV, lights, and phone,
and massaged my wife's feet to fight off a migraine-
her second one this week despite
the prophylactics and pain killers that we store in the breadbox.
For once, I'd like to experience what she feels:
nausea, blindness, and pain that strike
when the cranial vessels dilate,
fill with blood, leak, and make the brain swell.
Earlier, an MRI triggered the reaction as it mapped her head
with electrical current, gradient magnets, and radio waves
hammering her floundering eyes.
For now, we have our room, the bed frame, and the mattress
where she lies as I knead her toes.
Come nightfall, I hope that we'll sit in the patio and watch
the breeze stirring the lemon, lime, and orange trees
that I planted along the back fence.
On certain nights, the moon turns our lawn
into green acrylic where we sip Syrah and mint tea
until all we know is the sound
of our breathing among the whispering leaves.

David Dominguez, "Wedding Portrait" from The Ghost of Cesar Chavez.