Hail, Anachronism of another Age
beckoning again some golden, distant past --
that fallacy of idle dreamers
who, discontented with their present state,
invoke utopias unsurpassed--
through time's misty haze
and memories forgot.
But truly, thou should be at ease
amidst the splendour of Lorenzo's court…
commissions of immortal works.
Oh, were thou a model for Donatello!
Or grander still, heroic Michelangelo,
preserving for posterity the face of David
and thy nobility and grace.
But Raphael -- of gentler fame --
would need to recompense thy charm
and wandering Leonardo
paint the mystery of thy mouth.
Enough! Such vain, affected phrases
fail to capture You (not Thou).
Esoteric images less than flatter
what is real and now and yet
I know not what is.
You are but a phantasy, a distant mirage,