Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being . . .
Excerpted from 'Lastingness: The Art of Old Age' by Nicholas Delbanco
Christmas 2022
1 year ago
I love this poem. Putting our perspective and point of view into question can be an illuminating thing.
ReplyDeleteHi Kass, You are SO right. (Maybe you know this, but just in case...) Monet had one cataract removed and his perception of color was changed. Therefore, he refused to have the other removed. Can't imagine anything more tragic occurring to any artist, let alone him.
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