The subject of the Redon pastel drawing is Pandora, but what she seems to have released is beauty.
I dance among the debris of my dreams,
Scattered in a cloud about your head.
They fall as soft as feathers, shine as bright,
Though you may never see or taste their light.
My arms are full of moonbeams, roses sweet,
And robin’s song fills every heart but yours.
Listen, to the truth his music brings—
There is room for you and all your fears
In these silver arms, where moon-sweet beauty sings.