Fall 1952 • Vol. XIV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1952 |

Carlo Crivelli Muses before a Madonna

I. "Impiety!" they scream. Impiety! Because I sent a fly to shine beside her! Was it not God that made the fly a jewel? What would they have me paint to honor her?— the great laps of their mothers? I pray delight. I pray the adorations I have learned, setting before her a sufficient place between the world and what we love—not objects but the presence of the object in her look. II. I dream of the Idea of the Lady—a separation of all she is from all that nature is. Nature can only visit her attention asking for its perfection in her look praying to be completed to itself in the arrest and random of her eye: to the peach, its swollen light; to the fly, its jewel; to her distracted hands, the wooden child. The unnatural completion of the natural. III. How shall the lady say she is not loved who had all jewels but that single fly? One of her sons must love her as she is. Those golden peasants of Heaven by Fra Lippo— nouveaux riches sc

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