Botticelli's Faces Botticelli’s face As he was painting His faces — He must have forgotten He had one. It had ceased to matter. His faces would outlast his. We can look at his faces now And forget our own. They cease to matter. Museums are places Where we trade Our face for faces.
Botticelli's Faces
Botticelli's Faces
Botticelli's Faces
Botticelli's Faces Botticelli’s face As he was painting His faces — He must have forgotten He had one. It had ceased to matter. His faces would outlast his. We can look at his faces now And forget our own. They cease to matter. Museums are places Where we trade Our face for faces.