Tuesday, December 25, 2018

The Adoration of the Magi in the Snow

No better illustration
Of how imagination
(Which is to say, memory,
That angel) gives life to art,

Than Brueghel’s Adoration
With its leafless trees, new snow
Falling, the bundled shadows

Of human figures, buildings
With chimneys, roofs, and angles,
All reminding you or me

Of similar things we’ve seen.
So we see them. But it’s weird.
There’s a god in the corner

From an era neither we
Nor the painter quite conceived.

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