i am thinking the statue of david here. born of marble, perfection, but cold as stone.
i was thinking about doing a poem about degas, but i thought i'd run it by you first. since it was your poem monet that inspired it. also, if you would like to see a picture of me go to my main page, and click under website it will have the link. it will take you to my profile under yahoo. take care, layla
i'm thinking - is this as it is? or is this a metaphor for looking at someone and not being able to see who they are? like taking off the covers of something - trying to see the essense - but finding something beautiful - yet coldly beautiful. which is it??