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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A VERY WOEFUL BALLADE OF THE ART CRITIC (TO E.A. ABBEY), by ANDREW LANG Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A spirit came to my sad bed Last Line: "take up the pen, my friend, and write!" Subject(s): Art & Artists; Museums; Portraits; Writing & Writers; Art Gallerys | |||
A SPIRIT came to my sad bed, And weary sad that night was I, Who'd tottered, since the dawn was red, Through miles of Grosvenor Gallery, Yea, leagues of long Academy Awaited me when morn grew white, 'Twas then the Spirit whispered nigh, "Take up the pen, my friend, and write! "Of many a portrait grey as lead, Of many a mustard-coloured sky, Say much, where little should be said, Lay on thy censure dexterously, With microscopic glances pry At textures, Tadema's delight, Praise foreign swells they always sky, Take up the pen, my friend, and write!" I answered, "'Tis for daily bread, A sorry crust, I ween, and dry, That still, with aching feet and head, I push this lawful industry, 'Mid pictures hung or low, or high, But, touching that which I indite, Do artists hold me lovingly? Take up the pen, my friend, and write." ENVOY. "They fain would black thy dexter eye, They hate thee with a bitter spite, But scribble since thou must, or die, Take up the pen, my friend, and write!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HISTORICAL MUSEUM, MANITOULIN ISLAND by LISEL MUELLER AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE DOLLS MUSEUM IN DUBLIN by EAVAN BOLAND A PARIS BLACKBIRD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AT THE MUSEE RODIN IN PARIS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TULIPS AND ADDRESSES by EDWARD FIELD THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES IN GALLERIES by RANDALL JARRELL HOMAGE TO P. MELLON, I.M. PEI, THEIR GALLERY AND WASHINGTON by WILLIAM MEREDITH |
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