When I Was In The Louvre Poem by Douglas Scotney
When I Was In The Louvre
It was as if I had to choose
the Winged Victory
at the top of the stairs to the left
or the Venus de Milo
atop those to the right.
The right won out -
as it did for most,
one of whom was aroused
as I photographed
the Goddess from the rear,
wondering,
'Was it the done thing way back
to stuff that gap,
or to anoint it to a sniffer's delight,
or to delight's opposite? '
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