That woman's arm,
Monsieur Matisse,
Must be causing her pain,
Said my Aunt Clarice.
Said Matisse to Clarice,
You need fear no fainting; That isn't a woman,
That is a painting.
To the artist I am
The vibrant, the true,
The real, Madame,
Woman is you!
Cher Matisse, said Clarice,
Do tell me more!
As she sent me away --
Less naive than before.
(Matisse is reputed to have replied to a critical viewer, "That isn't a woman, that is a painting." The complete and authentic story is revealed here for the first time.)
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