Art piece poem: A Capriote, John Singer Sargent

I found her in the field, Resting with nature as a fairy. To my reverent calls she did not yield, Yet my heart still grew merry. The beating was usually anxious at best, But watching her meditate amongst the flowers Soothed and slowed that monster in my chest – This being the least impressive ofContinue reading “Art piece poem: A Capriote, John Singer Sargent”