They looked at paintings, sculpture, photography Intent to unlock meaning and to see, Some passed by without a second glance Others sought the illusive master key, Examined each stroke and marvelled or dismissed. Russian, French, Italian, Japanese Speaking a hundred tongues, their sentences Falling upon my ears like scented flowers Dropping from a clear and azure sky. I rested awhile and watched emotions play Across the landscape of each unknown face And yet I knew them all, descended here Into the oblivion of daily life. I saw them crowding down the subway stairs Or crossing without care congested streets, Children all of one great God-idea, Angelic in human form like cherubim, And all I wanted to do was touch their feet.
Poems Undated (1727)
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