Symphony in Yellow

Comparable to Impression du Matin comes this yellow emotion. He also plays another symphony again, which makes me happy. I don't really see the musical side of this poem like the other but the symphony could be just the way the yellows play together. The yellow butterfly dances up to yellow hay, while a yellow scarf blankets city. Yellow leaves fade onto a green background of the Thames. Wilde has an affection for yellow and its complement color green. He speaks of it with such emotion that it suggests that he is looking at a painting at the time of writing this, or that he is amongst the nature that he writes on while under a setting sun. The yellow of the butterfly carries him to the next bar of musical yellow in the hay, to the next bar of the fog. Each playing a different part in the movement of the symphony. A symphony is composed usually of 4 movements. Each piece telling a crucial part of the same story until it all compounds into a crescendo of emotion.