Tribute to Lucian Freud
The language your forefathers spoke
Dwells in your images.
Faces bleed with feeling.
Bodies rise out like rocks.
Your self portrait sings
Me,myself.I am.
As God spoke from the burning bush
You took the flame and ran
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Dear Kate
What a befitting tribute to a great artist, his flesh paintings legendary broke new grounds when there were none left to break, how he kept his models hours upon hours posing for him tribute to his charisma and talents, I love the way you captured his soul's brush in your poem, great work indeed
Truly
Paul
He was intriguing
Dear Paul
He was a great artist after a hard time he endured after fleeing from Vienna as a child...he was very strange but wonderful.,Kate