I wonder if you have seen the Sensation exhibition of Rembrandt's 'Five Senses', running until late November at the Ashmolean? It's worth seeing. Here is an unpublished poem inspired by it: -


Rembrandt paused, and saw him faint -

a young man, as he was,

lying white and unresponsive

in the middle of the street,

blood-letting had done him in.

(No thought, then, of Titus).

One old woman, one old man

crowded round him, thrusting

a handkerchief beneath his nose.

The teenage Rembrandt thought

that scene might do for one of the

Five Senses, which was Scent.

Forty years, and much was lost,

but still his much-loved son,

till the age of twenty-seven,

lived beside him, managed

his affairs. But Titus died,

blood-letting did nothing.

He was bankrupt, failing fast,

and Titus -– just a painting.