Rembrandt Is Still Alive...A Poem
It occurred to me one day
that Rembrandt is alive,
alive as he ever was.
The essence of mind and soul,
his heart, response to life
as present in his painting
as ever in his body
in the Amsterdam of old.
Art is eternal,
all life immortal
through art,
all feeling and philosophy,
all spirit
and yearning of the flesh,
all poetry
and poignancy of life,
the timeless experience
of the tragedy of life,
the billions
of human confrontations
with beauty and ugliness,
ultimate death,
are seeds sown
in eternal art
that flower through ages,
giving birth in our time,
as in all others,
to reconnection,
like beads closely strung
on an endless string,
with all life
ever lived before,
all life yet to come;
with all aspiration
ever hoped in time now gone
that found fruition
or contempt
on man's epic journey
with nature and the gods.
How glad I am
that Rembrandt
is alive today,
a companion
on this voyage
through filth and stars,
continuing to remark,
in elevated terms,
on the beauty and foreboding
of earth, life and death,
of heaven and hell.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems