The Sanguine Monet

 

At Giverny, the sanguine Monet

walks around the colorful garden

the bridge arches over water lilies

he feels the light buoy them.

 

A flurry of blur overcomes him

In front of Rouen Cathedral

a quiet, sacred impression

of his pending confession

that he switched facades.

 

The wheels silent at Saint Lazarre

it looks like he missed the train

yet he is the train - arriving early.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

David Epstein. Written January, 1998

Topic: Based upon poem by William Carlos Williams