palette JS

...He painted lighted flowers, uncomplicated
smiling children,
but had his emblems too -
violin and bow, the dandy’s cravate,
a deathmask of a girl, the Inconnue,
pulled from the Seine, angelic serene,

the kind of thing
adored by ruined Dowson
- the drapes, the lamp, the pallor -
those cadences
of lifelong valediction
closing in a dream.

A tiny lilypond
was sunk in his honour
to lure him like late Monet
- he refused the role -
damn boring, open air,
and shuffled on down

hat and stick
to the wooden studio
of miraculous imagination
where the brilliance of Sargent
shone serene as Renoir
if he sat quite still

and let the palette swirl
your darks, your lights
applegreen and cadmium
rapidity, panache - his style
had the flourish
of a full-blown peony

and when he died, what he knew
went up with him,
being curious, wide, wayward,
and all his own; there were traces,
scuffs of paint on a graphite Mozart,
canvases and books....

from The Other House (in memorium John Strevens)
by Stephen Romer, PLATO'S LADDER
(Oxford University Press) 1992