That Girl with the Marble Wings Leads Me There

Ah, That Girl with Wings

I climb the stairs with what
always seems like thousands
of tourists wanting to see
that painted girl who smiles

They look for signs or ask
guards and they search,
only to stand in line
for a short glance.

I ascend the long wide staircase,
the girl with the wings waits
at the top, on the stone prow
of her ancient ship where
she has alighted to signify victory.

She greets me
and I know where I am
From here I take a left
and climb more stairs
Then enter the gallery of
massive canvases

Gigantic Engines of Color



My personal mission being to view Delacroix's freshly sparkling " Death of Sardanapalus", hence the detail.

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