Can love ever be inappropriate?
Love, which guides every living cell’s motion?
Can trembling fear’s fleeing pace separate
love’s seamless energy and devotion?
Art clearly shows: not in this universe.
Klimt melded oil and gold leaf in “The Kiss”
to make the lovers one. Rodin’s sculptures
uncover lovers from stone. Surely this
pair in Cot’s “Le Printemps” swing to our earth’s
adoring rhythms. Surely Magritte’s lovers
sense passion despite veils. What’s each life worth
without love? Renoir’s charmed couple discovers
more than just their country dance. Lisa knew
Leonardo lived within her portrait too.
Roger Armbrust
March 31, 2015
