Give me a Sarie tone poem
like light on a Monet haystack,
or Brazillian Astrud like a Matisse line.
Let me lie down in a half-shuttered room
in the south of France with Matisse
and the soft flutter
of heavy -feathered white doves,
their mild calls.
Only a little time, Henri,
before Picasso will come with his big boots.
We should take our afternoon.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Give me a Sarie tone poem
like light on a Monet haystack,
or Brazillian Astrud like a Matisse line.
Let me lie down in a half-shuttered room
in the south of France with Matisse
and the soft flutter
of heavy -feathered white doves,
their mild calls.
Only a little time, Henri,
before Picasso will come with his big boots.
We should take our afternoon.
Read this in a book, and it sounded like a poem, so here it is.
