Sunlight on Water

Blog about Poetry, Books, Life, Art, Nature, Kerry, Kenmare, and anything inspirational.

Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,

In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined

On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I've being getting some paintings done over the Easter Break now I finally have the time!

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Chagall - Eda

Matisse - Les Poissons Rouges

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that ofttimes hath

Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Keats – Stanza 7 - Ode to a Nightingale

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