What do you think of this poem?

Aberdeen





William Dyce left the soil of youth in 1825,


re-potted himself in Italy to paint Al Frescoes


somewhere they could breathe. He was nineteen.





Understandable,


the squat, black granite walls


untouched by the flames of Rennaissance


ink out sunlight with jealousy, pale wind grows obsidian flowers


on the roadsides, herds vagrants in the parks;


it's no home for an Artist.





Neither was Rome.





He left again for salty, indigo shores


met himself on the beach at Pegwell Bay,


all torn and sculpted with the rock,


nourished in the swell, finally breathing.





I feel like I know more than just his work;


all opened up with broken stars and rainy granite,


with damp city lights and gulls for company


and everything sloping down to the sea.

What do you think of this poem?
Reading this inspired me to research William Dyce and Pegwell Bay, both the place and the painting. Of course this opens the door to many questions. What is meant by "met himself?" Did he return to the source of his artistic inspiration? Or is it being in his (more or less) native land? Or was it some self-realization independent of place? And what is it that you "know more than his work?" I promise if you tell me, I won't tell anyone else.


As far as the poem as a poem: You start with two very clever wordplays in the first stanza. Thereafter the tone changes entirely. I was expecting more of the same, but that's me and not the poem. I was confused by the phrase "herds vagrants in the parks." I created an image of said vagrants huddling together for the warmth that the wind was sapping out of them. Was that your intent? At any rate, thanks again for stimulating my mind.
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the best verse is the second one



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