i stand in a field watching goldenrod open.
It makes me feel faint, all this beauty,
like Stendhal, who overdosed on art,
so, steady now i say in the buttered air,
floating on an island of clouds,
the rooms of my miseries far off.
It is good i do this today.
How soon it may be too late.
—Last line used as a sales pitch by
Civil War portaitist Matthew Brady