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• Artiste: Judy Collins
• Titre: Wild With Mist
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Wild with mist, the Turner paintings shine Upon the walls where I will stand and gaze Embedded in the wind and water Emboldened by the sight of other worlds I wander through the softly spreading sunlight Into another, and then another world Seeing the heads of whales Seeing the ships of night Sighting places where Turner went to paint Slipping into deep waters, to worlds much traveled Sightings that would save the wind, the water and the sea For me to dwell in Drinking coffee in the lovely old café, The dimly lighted restaurant where I sip my café au lait Reading the guidebook to this old walled museum Pitted with wind and rain And bullet holes from some old battle in the streets That lead down to the waterfront where the whaling ships of old Sink in water to their knees Like whales impaled on hooks of rusted steel and drowned in blood Upon the black harpoons I tip the waiter and go back to gaze Upon the white misted scenes That leap like visions from the canvas of the man Who had a lover in a little sea-swept town near London Mr. Turner in his fine black hat and unclouded eye Who spied the magic in the water's mist Among the ships Wild with mist, the Turner paintings shine Upon the walls where I stand and gaze