How often you visit museums to view the masterpieces of all those artists of long ago, sit on a tour bus and do not see that lady sitting there, framed with painted face and eyelids shaded cum sfumato, her hair curled with such as those of Leonardo. Ecco her eyes when she smiles.
How often you sit at a restaurant table and blink on pass the flowers dazzling their colors and shouting Van Gogh’s hello with the tableware so neatly arranged side by side and flowered napkin. You did not make to notice.
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Beautiful images and an all encompassing awareness... This is a great poem...
Ben, this really does capture those 'days long gone, ' and I am so glad that you told me about it. What has gone before comes again, in us, the children of those wonderful pioneers, and every image here is passed down, one way or another, to us.....thanks for stating this so well.