Parallelism

So, it is with painting or poetry,

Should we choose the flowers that make up the bouquets;

An order of merit with ambrosial flavor,

Nourished with vivid perfumes, with coquettish facings.

To armor the rhyme is a pilgrimage;

To put strength and grandeur on the canvas is learned,

Religiously, from a shared grace,

Whose essence is love; whose beauty is usufruct.

The exclusive primacy of the metric criterion

Is the imitation of a harmonious style,

The prerogative of rhythm, and where the melodic

Puts the velvet accent on prestigious verses.

The painter has freedom of tone and theme;

In refinement, to the shades retains

According as his brush to colors sees the pattern,

The satin aspects for the art he maintains.

Image and poetry have the occult halo

To move, to seduce and to reveal us,

A desire to dream, to express the symbol

Of the union of the senses, and to constellate them.