Ponderous, wondrous and locked away
The still-life master and his peaceful face
Those days on, posers gone
Poets close, work till dawn
Their new gods, his sweet lord
Within nature, a deep accord
A dreamer's work, decades through
Held their dream up and made it true
Year after year, a natural force
Their attitudes or an open door
Year after year, a new way
The passages, an extended stay
Year aftеr year, revelations
Dantе, Baudelaire sublime creations
Year after year, they are learners
Beginners again, they’re the page turners
Year after year, perfect lines
Books of truths with broken spines