Art is the meaning and also the cue
to what we discover and know to be true.
It points us away from life’s meaningless lies,
and shines like those shoes that are perfect in size
when it captures truth’s essence like moments of love,
reflecting true feelings that fit like a glove.
(6/16/99)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is mortal but Art is immortal....it consoles life....whether it is the grecian urn or Keats lines on that urn both became immortal as being art, your lines are beautified with the apt similes of shoes and gloves.... succinct and well composed...