Guillermo Veloso

Bronze Star - 2,807 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

Monet's Table - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

Monet at his Table
The soup is first
Gone in an instant
Rush the tender bitter greens
Cepes and chanterelles glow on the plate ephemerally
The rabbits sacrifice in a terrine is brief
Cezzanne’s bouillabaisse can wait
The split melon is the last
Then
On the Japanese bridge
A world of color and subtle heat erupts
On an untouched canvas


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010



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