Radiating outward from Monet’s water lilies in the previous post to Robert Frost’s poetry.
The lilies in Monet’s paintings are sprawling, darkening webs of shadow and wetness, of reflected harmony on prowling gimlets of color.
Here is a realm of affinity with one of Robert Frost’s poems “Spring Pools”:
“These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them chill and shiver.”