There was that old jacaranda, 
   which they had lopped back 
before its season of blue, 
  perhaps for the very purpose 
  of preventing 
       it. But, although 
    deformed and angular 
 in its present state, the painter 
        was made to visualize the divine tree 
   in its intensity of blue, wrapped 
     in shawls of it, standing in pools of it ... 
  Then Blue reached down, and 
        yanked the Jew up ... 
  So, in his mind, Alf loaded 
    with panegyric blue 
        the tree from which the women
  were lowering 
     their Lord. 
  And the flowers of the tree 
   lay at its roots in pools of deepening 
        blue ... 
         Patrick White