The Louvre has the best collection.
He died at the Louvre.
Still lifes and genre scenes
In a steamer trunk bound for Boca Raton.
Meanwhile, at the Ecole Pratique des Hautes Etudes
I have to write something understated about how ideas
about art or what life does or won’t do clear or not
tend to be lifelike, absurd or preposterous.
Of days among the living these were the most
Teeming with aura of air and purpose.
Between prophecies, we should prefer a glass-bottom boat.