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