The Original Canvas Colored in All Flowers’ Shades: A Medusa’s First Look before She Was Changed

What cathedrals uttered in stone
They made soar in chorales on high:
The troubadours and courts of love
Teaching gentle hearts through song.

Then whole ages had to pass again
Before the world’s divine feminine
Taught artists once more the beauty and light
Of her infused curve and line,

Within whose lattice all begins and ends.

And then something happened —
Both ancient and new, long forgotten —

The French Impressionism painters rediscovered
A Pallas-like and pensive woman outdoors:
A Medusa, a Siren, who never changed.