I was at the Art Institute today, looking at Truth, by Daniel Chester French. She's half-nude, holding a mirror. It's about life-size, but it's supposed to be a model for a bigger piece. She rather sober-looking.
The mirror provides another self, whose face
Encounters hers in steady inquisition,
Studying whether her long pursuit of grace
Maintains itself before this cold cognition.
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