Today as the news from Selma and Saigon <br />poisons the air like fallout, <br />I come again to see <br />the serene, great picture that I love. <br /> <br />Here space and time exist in light <br />the eye like the eye of faith believes. <br />The seen, the known <br />dissolve in iridescence, become <br />illusive flesh of light <br />that was not, was, forever is. <br /> <br />O light beheld as through refracting tears. <br />Here is the aura of that world <br />each of us has lost. <br />Here is the shadow of its joy.<br /><br />Robert Hayden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monet-s-waterlilies/
