The living quality of <br />the man's mind <br />stands out <br /> <br />and its covert assertions <br />for art, art, art! <br />painting <br /> <br />that the Renaissance <br />tried to absorb <br />but <br /> <br />it remained a wheat field <br />over which the <br />wind played <br /> <br />men with scythes tumbling <br />the wheat in <br />rows <br /> <br />the gleaners already busy <br />it was his own--- <br />magpies <br /> <br />the patient horses no one <br />could take that <br />from him<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haymaking/
