When he was sad, he tried to seetrees overhanging cottages and a road,
or a sunrise over the effervescent sea.
There were cheeks of roses to see
and cows in their special seats
on a hillside. When he was full
of the fires of gladness, he gave himself
to fields of grain by Flemish painters,
or the strong white faces of statues.
There were wonders to walk past
and celebrate. There were merciful works
of art for a teacher to hold in his heart.