I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions
that used to pose, robed and statuesque, in paintings
and parade about on the pages of the Renaissance
displaying their capital letters like license plates.
Truth cantering on a powerful horse,
Chastity, eyes downcast, fluttering with veils.
Each one was marble come to life, a thought in a coat,
Courtesy bowing with one hand always extended,
from The Death of Allegory by Billy Collins
Shawna Lemay has quoted some lovely poems here,
The photos are stunning as well.
http://transactionswithbeauty.com/home/questforquiet
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