Olimpio Fusco
~ Olimpio Fusco by John Singer Sargent
An agony of beauty is this head,
His hair, his throat. The shadowed neck alone
Is hurtful to the heart. This thoroughbred
Has hardly grown his Adam’s apple. Shone
In their perfection are the tiny lobes
As pointed as a faun’s in youthful play.
The beauty of his sweeping hairstyle probes
The heaven up above. Archangels sway
To music it implies. Do not ignore
The haughty eyes in shadow and that tweak
In eyebrow, lover’s pride. The pupils bore
Through artist’s soul and leave his thighbones weak.
..Ideal of nose and chin and kiss-like lips
….Must urge the charcoal, “Do not show his hips.”