Perhaps if I go see Degas,
\ndawn will enfold me.
\nTake away my winter gloom.
\nLet purple rooftops
\nopen like lilacs, leave
\nthe breath of orange
\npetals on the windows outside.
\nDegas showing himself
\nin the pictures
\nthat came in their boxes
\nfor a few days to our city.
\nSee the world he cast
\non his walls,
\nthe voices inside his heart,
\nthe romance of his gaze.
\nThis poor, eccentric, bad mannered man
\nwho peeks at us
\nfrom his pictures,
\nwith incomparable innocence and
\ningenuous joy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Perhaps if I go see Degas, dawn will enfold me. Take away my winter gloom. Let purple rooftops open like lilacs, leave the breath of…<\/p>\n