The poem
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned coat, a deep gray; without any vest or any tie. With a rose-colored shirt; open at the collar, so something might be seen also of the beauty of his chest, of his neck. The right temple is almost entirely covered by his hair, his beautiful hair (parted in the manner he perfers it this year). There is the completely voluptuous tone he wanted to put into it when he was doing the eyes, when he was doing the lips.... His mouth, the lips that are made for consummation, for choice love-making.