After Manet's 'Le déjeuner sur l'herbe'
She stares at us! The fruit is spilling out
across the ground. See how the composition
outlines a triangle? I'm thinking of the heat
she holds below her sex, I am fully dressed
by light in the broad public. Love, exhibit
your self: a basket of fruit, a round loaf
of bread, a conversation floating above
the gentlemen. She bathes herself beyond
the cover of the trees. There is no Ingres
in this, she is so delicately placed
before the light. That which is seen is not
a luncheon on the grass, but a landscape
with vigor. How does her form resemble breezes
I cannot hold? How her impression wanes!
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