Oh Leonardo, how the masses have loved this face
Given to me by your great work of genius and insight
Which has given so many contemplation of art
As well, many have given mirth to this almost smile
That you would bid pun to my name “La Gioconda”
One of jovial or happy in nature pleases me so
But gives a moment of inhale to proper titled be
Tis of no matter as Italia has been honored by your hands
Many a day and night have I stared down infamous others
Resided al Louvre, Château’s and Palace’s
Once I even graced the bedroom wall of Napoleon himself!
Traveled am I but still unchanged in my expression of life
Smile I do at the faces who would stand in awe of Leonardo
For it is not me that is seen but the unclear ponder-er
You gave a vision in portrait but sheltered your words
I know no great beauty, twas the painter and his adaption
Yes, of great passions in paint you indulged me
Leaving myself within me to spark questioning minds
As carried as I have been through eyes and voice
I still remain lost to them and true only to me
Leonardo, a portrait of “Monna Lisa” this surely is
Of Italia I still belong and it matters not interpretations
For I have withstood time and kept my presence of a Lady
And will remain distant of gaze and of no mind to enlighten thee
The “Monna Lisa” (which is the correct spelling) has been a source of too many interpretations throughout history I think but here is mine. Even the title has evolved with time. The history behind this work is interesting and somewhat tedious to study in that it has had many homes and unfortunate tales attached to it. Damaged by paint and cups thrown at it by angry patrons as well stolen and Picasso himself questioned in that incident and later cleared. The point is that when an artist pours himself onto his canvas, no matter the subject, that part of him/her is what we see and come to appreciate. His essence and insight immortalized.
Lisa del Giocondo was no great beauty or even
a person of note but for the family business of silks.
Leonardo immortalized her because he poured
HIS depth of knowing his SUBJECT onto canvas. He painted what he FELT and NOT what he saw with his eyes. You feel it and I feel it and can appreciate “that”.