The Adventures of Enea, Part 13 of 13

Word and Thought And can you say exactly what’s a word? (Seems easy, but it isn’t!) It’s a thought that takes on form: once wraith, it now is wrought, much in the way that milk morphs into curd (no Middle East ethnicity inferred). A word’s a winged idea that’s been caught, a spirit turning physical. In short, an abstract concept which can now be heard. Was Pinturicchio a peerless master? Which of us plies his trade, nor meets complaint? And what made Caterina such a saint? Might Joan of Arc, for instance, not outlast her? Crusades and poetry ain’t for the faint of heart. That tart, Art, truckles with disaster.