Sonnet #2 – Art Museum
Cleveland Museum of Art, how shall I describe thee? With your sweeping atrium and objects so divine, Wandering through your galleries, I fill with glee: Though the art belongs to everyone, I feel you are mine. Traveling through the ancient world: we roam. Stumbling out of Africa, the Python Slayer waits. Up marble stairs, deep breath, the Baroque … More Sonnet #2 – Art Museum