Facades, decorative, aligned to fool
The eye, disturb, draw away, deflect, then
Innocence, blinded, sees not the hidden
Depth beside elaborate distractions.
Remember the antique Pleasure Beach where
One dimensional cartoon figures stood,
Through which you poked your face, tensing before
A flash which froze a startled expression
And caught you at the wrong moment, deadpan,
Without all your sparkle, quite passionless.
No golden brush in evidence, no hint
Of fire beneath the finery. You were
The one he came back to. No other flame
Burnt quite so brightly before extinguished.
The 16th Klimt 'sonnet' out of 16. There are more portraits, but 16 is a nice number. I don't know what was going on here. Adele was the only one of his models that he painted twice and there could not be a greater contrast between the first and second painting.