Page 2 of Book poem

Couches seem justified as
      the painter's aim was,
                                         again,
burning,
                        surrounded,
drunk and leaning upon
                                    the house.
The spheres,
               deeply involved,
with his
             beauty.

He worked with
                         stubbornness,
self-pity and doubts.
                      No less characteristic
between the bloodshed.
                                      And his aversion to everything,
was spent.