John Peale Bishop is pretty hilarious:

  Famously she descended, her red hair
  Unbound and bronzed by sea-reflections, caught
  Crinkled with sea-pearls. The fine slender taut
  Knees that let down her feet upon the air,

  Young breasts, slim flanks and golden quarries were
  Odder than when the young distraught
  Unknown Venetian, painting her portrait, thought
  He'd not imagined what he painted there.

  And I too commenced with that golden cloud:
  Lipped her delicious hands and had my ease
  Faring fantastically, perversely proud.

  All loveliness demands our courtesies.
  Since she was dead I praised her as I could
  Silently, among the Barberini bees.