Where is the Blue Horse

I took a line for a walk but got lost in the margins.
At the Palais des Arts, I don't hold a candle
To a single luminary or oriental lantern.
Where's the blue horse, where's the blindfolded boy,
John Singer Sargent?

Crouching, crawling, scrawling on the canvas
Just throwing paint at the problem,
And every child is supposed to be an artist!
Where is the blue horse, where is the blindfolded boy,
John Singer Sargent?