Showing posts with label painters. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 4, 2020

Daily Dose


From The Wasteland and Other Poems, by T. S. Eliot

WRITHING

"Writhing in his own clutch, his ancient beauty
Caught fast in the pink tips of his new beauty."

From The Death of Saint Narcissus

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Daily Dose


From The Complete Poems of Walt Whitman, edited by Francis Murphy

WE TWO BOYS TOGETHER CLINGING

WE two boys together clinging,
  One the other never leaving,
  Up and down the roads going–North and South excursions making,
  Power enjoying–elbows stretching–fingers clutching,
  Arm’d and fearless–eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,
  No law less than ourselves owning–sailing, soldiering, thieving,
        threatening,
  Misers, menials, priests alarming–air breathing, water drinking, on
        the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
  Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness
        chasing,
  Fulfilling our foray. 

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Clerihew of a Busy Brush


AUGUSTUS JOHN

Augustus John
Could not keep his trousers on,
Or sleep alone for so much as one night,
And so fathered bastards left and right.