What glitters is gold, fickle fame,
The eyes sleep on me like bright
Shadows under stone. O art,
Make me an immortal sepulture
Of your insistent eye, in flesh.
Your soul is transfigured, and
Your sweat, a drop of sapphire.
Drink the dark wine in white
Marblous cup of thighs, closer
To the eternity's forever spring.
And by the Lord's grace, I bestow
On your aching heart a lasting name.
-On Adele Bloch-Bauer I, by Gustav Kilmt (1862-1918) , an Austrian symbolist painter, which sold for a record US $135 million in 2006, Neue Galerie, New York.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
July 16,2014.
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