The good gray guardians of art
Patrol the halls on spongy shoes,
Impartially protective, though
Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse.
Here dozes one against the wall,
Disposed upon a funeral chair.
A Degas dancer pirouettes
Upon the parting of his hair.
See how she spins! The grace is there,
But strain as well is plain to see.
Degas loved the two together:
Beauty joined to energy.
Edgar Degas purchased once
A fine El Greco, which he kept
Against the wall beside his bed
To hang his pants on while he slept.
I always new it every piece of art has it's place and function.
This is a cute piece, decently written, but not a great poem in any way, IMHO.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Museum teaches history and culture through various kinds of arts...........+++++++++++++