Sara Contemplates the Sculpture
Sara's eyes are on the marble child
enfolded in the marble woman's arms.
Sara's eyes are on the carved, bare breasts,
nipples erect, expecting momentarily
the nursling's urgent grasp.
But woman and child are marble numb
and centuries dry, Sara sighs.
her arms tremble
her mouth waters.
Camille Monet and a Child in the Artist's Garden
On this new-mown day, Camille Monet
sits gently in the sun
sewing quick silk stitches on a white chemise.
On this painterly day, Camille Monet
follows gold birds circling cerulean skies,
plump frogs jumping through the underbrush.
A turbulence of roses in the ripening light
floods the azure of her eyes,
while the lacy child strokes kittens
in the picture book.
Claude Monet, who has spent the day
painting Oriental poppies in vermilion tones,
lies drowsing in the house
worn out, no doubt,
5) by this unbridled Victorian splendor.