An Ancient Roman Bust (Minneapolis Institute Of The Arts) Poem by Daniel Brick
An Ancient Roman Bust (Minneapolis Institute Of The Arts)
Your noble beard is now just white dust,
and age will still crumble your stoic dignity.
The graves you served as mute guardian of grief,
are now, like your eye sockets, paintless and empty.
Every hammer blow of some weary slave
chipped away layers of lies to reach your face.
I only hope, as bright colors fade from my view,
I may be so polished to my native sunburst stone.
An impressive poem, so much said in just two stanzas. I was just picturing Michelangelo's David as I was reading it. Really enjoyable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 7:27:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful piece, a work of art - just like the work of art it describes.