Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARTISTS, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS First Line: Blue as a mile of pansies are the seas that circle the shores Last Line: And peacock's neck! Subject(s): Art & Artists; Fantasy | ||||||||
BLUE as a mile of pansies are the seas that circle the shores, Circle the shores of Fairyland and the high, enchanted ways Where the great grim sea-green dragons guard the jade and the amber doors, And the Queen of the Fairies' peacocks walk under the crimson mays; Oh, what, I wonder, Could look more gay Than a peacock under A crimson may? For that is the home of colour and many a wizard hue, 'Tis there they deck the rainbow ere he's pinned against the rain, And squeeze the tubes for the pictures of "things too good to be true," And make the gilt for the turrets of castles we build in Spain; And what's more gilded, This world amid, Than castles builded Near old Madrid? For we, we're all of us artists with plans and canvases Of excellent Spanish castles with turrets all about, With angels in the corners, romaunts, and symphonies Of things as we would have them did every dream work out; And such were duller, You'll understand, If robbed of colour From Fairyland! So we must stroke the dragons and tickle their shiny scales, And they shall grin politely and we shall pass along, Where under the crimson may-trees the peacocks spread their tails, To dip our brushes in magic and echoes of fairy song; And find us Fancy Our daubs to deck, With tints of pansy And peacock's neck! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER'S GHOST by LOUIS SIMPSON MEDITATIONS ON THE SOUTH VALLEY, PART XXIII by JIMMY SANTIAGO BACA FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DREAMS WE WAKE FROM by PATRICIA GOEDICKE THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A BLACK-LETTER STORY-BOOK by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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