#137
This poem plagiarizes this image.
Its wooden table supports an egg nest,
Which doesn't belong with the rest --
Potentiality versus our alleged
Natural world, real or perceived.
A vase, quite solid, planted with a cut-
Out of arranged flowers and leaves, but
Not to be seen or smelled -- to be believed
As a frame (inside framing curtains framed
By the painting's frame): a mountain meadow
With a tree with leaves whiter than snow.
Not everything we can think of can be named.
The mind steals what we can hear, smell and see
To crack the secrets of eternity.
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