Here you will find the Poem Durer: Innsbruck, 1495 of poet James Phillip McAuley
I had often, cowled in the slumbrous heavy air, Closed my inanimate lids to find it real, As I knew it would be, the colourful spires And painted roofs, the high snows glimpsed at the back All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters ? Not knowing than that Durer perceived it too. Now I find that once more I have shrunk To an interloper, robber of dead men?s dreams, I had read in books that art is not easy But no one warned that the mind repeats In its ignorance the vision of others. I am still The black swan of trespass on alien waters.
