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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 4, 2008 8:45:03 GMT
My apologize for the last posting, of course my favourite Rober Burns was not the poet for R. I found a very interesting one though and his works are worth to browse:
The Artist by Sir Walter Raleigh
The Artist and his Luckless Wife They lead a horrid haunted life, Surrounded by the things he's made That are not wanted by the trade.
The world is very fair to see; The Artist will not let it be; He fiddles with the works of God, And makes them look uncommon odd.
The Artist is an awful man, He does not do the things he can; He does the things he cannot do, And we attend the private view.
The Artist uses honest paint To represent things as they ain't, He then asks money for the time It took to perpetrate the crime.
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Post by norma on Nov 28, 2008 16:41:37 GMT
That's very interesting MB, I have never read this before. I'm suprised at the way the poem still is relevant to today, after all this time. There is a poem of Sir Walter Raleigh's with which I sometimes have much sympathy! I've copied it out for you:
I wish I liked the human race, I wish I liked its stupid face. I wish I liked the way it walks, I wish I liked the way it talks. I wish, when introduced to one, that I could say, "What jolly fun!"
(Short but not so sweet!)
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Post by kuranui on Mar 31, 2009 22:39:13 GMT
I love both of these. Sir Walter certainly had an active sense of humour.
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