Haymaking

The living quality of
the man's mind
stands out

and its covert assertions
for art, art, art!
painting

that the Renaissance
tried to absorb
but

it remained a wheat field
over which the
wind played

men with scythes tumbling
the wheat in
rows

the gleaners already busy
it was his own---
magpies

the patient horses no one
could take that
from him

poem by William Carlos Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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