Upon Viewing “Diana the Huntress” by Giampietrino at the Metropolitan
Diana, Huntress, breathes now at the Met;
Da Vinci’s pupil thus bestowed to all.
Once seen her placid world, I’ll not forget
her innocence is beauty that enthralls.
This marbled creature stands aloof and pure
perfection for the eye and of her sheaf;
no leaf asunder and no look demure
but swift this maiden captures my belief.
O, take your color, leaving me quite blind!
Diana’s captured my unconscious sea.
Her heart’s the hunter for that thing, sublime:
the indefinable; life’s mystery.
Diana, Huntress, now has pierced my heart;
the artist sends us now beyond the art.