So here's a poem I wrote in my 20's., i was living in Paris, very involved with the idea of poetry a la Malarme and Valery, as well the Surrealists. When I saw this contest for poems about spring, somehow I remembered it , and posted it. Looking at the thread of comments is...wow.

At the time I was an art student as well, and loved the Rubens rooms, gymnasiums really, at the Louvre. I think the idea was to use the particular image of the way Rubens paints flesh, and after all I was in my 20's, so used the breast to connect with the clouds. I suppose I needed a subject for Ruben's breasts and attached the image to Venus, so commonly painted by that big factory of artists who worked under him.
I remmeber it was the Swingle Singers, popular in those years, which had me enjoy that word and just use it out of context...indeed the whole stanza seems now very influenced by the French imagists and surrealists, as a pure act of music. I think it was more the beauty of the word cheribum
and the image of them in the "angeldoms". I suppose there might be flaws with the internal logic...
O but that was then, and now is now (love that song!). I have so enjoyed the comments on this poem and the generally positive reaction. Thanks for the time and thought. It makes me feel almost young again!