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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460249" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The eyes of impressionism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saints.<br>Like swans, gliding untroubled so it seems<br>to us, lazing on the river bank<br>of a Seurat summer Sunday afternoon, <br>gliding over the surface of the waters<br>as love perhaps, on that first day; <br>they as floating symbols<br>of the beauty beyond beauty; <br>their work, invisible to us who watch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Painters.<br>Like waterlilies, resting in perfection<br>on the surface of the waters<br>as love rests, sure of their own beauty; <br>painting just the sunlight<br>falling on things, moving on<br>more slowly than we see; <br>the depth of the waters<br>in the painter’s mind and heart; <br>his work invisible to us who watch<br>his dabbing at the canvas<br>as a dabchick bobs in the water, his mind<br>moving as time moves; <br>for him, sitting at the canvas, <br>always time present, <br>in the water-garden already on his palette</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cataracts.<br>How far a word from<br>the stillness around him as he sits, <br>his beard a little yellow from the nicotine, <br>seeing the waterlilies as if for the first time, <br>but each year the water seems to tell<br>more about time itself… like Proust; <br>where is time going in this painting? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes.<br>Cataracts, yes; but perhaps over time<br>they too have sought to serve him, <br>become themselves, impressionists, <br>presenting him with images<br>prepared like canvasses are prepared; <br>gently watering inner gardens<br>between the eyes and mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, that’s Monsieur Monet over there; <br>don’t disturb him; but if you stand<br>a little way behind him, you just may<br>enter the stillness around him, <br>enter the stillness of his mind, <br>see with his eyes, that work<br>invisible to those of us who watch<br>which swans and saints and artists know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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Like swans, gliding untroubled so it seems
to us, lazing on the river bank
of a Seurat summer Sunday afternoon, 
gliding over the surface of the waters
as love perhaps, on that first day; 
they as floating symbols
of the beauty beyond beau..."></div>
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