convergence...

I love it when information pieces fit together so perfectly. Like when I'm studying a painting in Art History and read a poem in Modern American Poetry which refers to that masterpiece. The words of Lowell's poem capture the image and emotion so beautifully, yet create something entirely new through knowledge of tradition [see previous post on eliot].

Tell me,
Was Venus more beautiful
Than you are,
When she topped
The crinkled waves,
Drifting shoreward
On her plaited shell?
Was Botticelli's vision
Fairer than mine;
and were the painted rosebuds
He tossed his lady,
Of better worth
Than the words I blow about you
To cover your too great loveliness
As with a gauze
Of misted silver?
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
Cinctured by bright winds,
Treading the sunlight.
And the waves which precede you
Ripple and stir
The sands at my feet.
[Amy Lowell - Venus Transiens]

I like school.