(In "Man's Genesis", "The Wild Girl of the Sierras", "The Wharf Rat", "A Girl of the Paris Streets", etc.) I The arts are old, old as the stones From which man carved the sphinx austere. Deep are the days the old arts bring: Ten thousand years of yesteryear. II She is madonna in an art As wild and young as her sweet eyes: A frail dew flower from this hot lamp That is today's divine surprise. Despite raw lights and gloating mobs She is not seared: a picture still: Rare silk the fine director's hand May weave for magic if he will. When ancient films have crumbled like Papyrus rolls of Egypt's day, Let the dust speak: "Her pride was high, All but the artist hid away: "Kin to the myriad artist clan Since time began, whose work is dear." The deep new ages come with her, Tomorrow's years of yesteryear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON [APRIL 6, 1862] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD TO MRS. FRANCES-ARABELLA KELLY by MARY BARBER HA! HA! HO! HO! by BERTON BRALEY TWO VOICES by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV AN EPISTLE, FROM THE AUTHOR TO HIS SISTER by JOHN BYROM ANOTHER SIMPLE BALLAT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - SEPTEMBER 1803 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |