The humaneness beaten
And flamed
Into that museumed
Grecian mask
Was the same sorrow
And wisdom
I had seen
On the faces of the Madonnas,
Framed with rocks,
By Da Vinci.
Though it was the first time,
I had seen such life in that bronze,
I was not,
After that morning’s joy,
At such loving laughter,
Surprised.
Brothers and sisters with us all.
Such makers
Whose names we may
Or may not know.
And the many,
Who in so many living ages
Will have seen so much.
I beam in the companionship
Of Pete Green,
And the hurrahs of saints.
Vic West
- vicwest49