A Modern Afternoon
Of all the images and sculptural objets d'art
Housed in MoMA's hallowed galleries,
Executed over the past dozen decades or so,
Only a minuscule number — Monets, Van Goghs,
Kandinskys, Klimts, Brancusis, Modiglianis, Pollocks —
Capture our aesthetic's imagination,
Stimulate our mentality, with their sensual evocations,
Invite us to absorb the artists' passions and raptures.
The rest of the canvases, metals, and indiscernibles,
Especially those stillborn since Auschwitz and Hiroshima,
Scream and stutter and moan
That man no longer belongs on the disenchanted planet
Or even has any means of identifying himself.
For the most poignant part of our two-and-a-half-hour stay,
We pay homage to a whole room filled with water lilies
And one dripping with ecstasy's energy.
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