To Rembrandt:
What he saw in the mirror
Was the cognate companion he had sought.
My brother you are – he thinks – in our mutual need,
Artists of the flesh, as variable as my variety of moods.
though which one has created which
i shall never know.
hl
To Rembrandt:
What he saw in the mirror
Was the cognate companion he had sought.
My brother you are – he thinks – in our mutual need,
Artists of the flesh, as variable as my variety of moods.
though which one has created which
i shall never know.
hl