Edgar's Girls

The gathering place A room with square toed silk shoes moving in time and grace Soft shadowed faces, skirts in lace Ribbons in their hair perfectly in place A pallet of colors captured in France Were lovely young girls would perform and dance Some of his works were of shapely women in the nude To some just a spectator, it was found so rude Merely his eyes shining in perfection A window through the soul of fluid angles and deflection But whatever the subject he spied through a keyhole and captured What became a marvel of sequels and harmonious rapture Today his paintings are a sheer joy to the eye And can be found in duplicated prints hard to deny We thank dear Edgar for vision and pastels And the long-lived tales your work shall tell. Edgar Degas The artist (1834-1917)