Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLDEST ONE, by DELLA B. VIK First Line: The sky becomes a canvas grand Last Line: And I thank god, who put it there. Subject(s): Beauty; Paintings And Painters | ||||||||
The sky becomes a canvas grand When painted by the Master's hand. I watch for pictures, there, at night, Of shadow trees and pale moonlight. Visions of lovliness I see, But one lone picture comes to me: A dying pine against a cloud, And moonbeams falling like a shroud. Its hold on life was very weak, Yet there it held the highest peak. From steepest slope its arms were spread And heavy clouds hung o'er its head. Scenes like that are made for dreams; When the night clouds fall, it seems, God takes the sunshine from the sky But leaves some beauty ever nigh. You see he sent a bit of rain, And shining through my window pane, The old pine tree with branches bare, Unnoticed and alone stood there. Against the sky, its silhouette Impressed me so, I can't forget. It was a bit of beauty rare, And I thank God, who put it there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM PRADO ROTUNDA: THE FAMILY OF CHARLES IV, AND OTHERS by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE STUDIO (HOMAGE TO ALICE NEEL) by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER JOE BRAINARD'S PAINTING 'BINGO' by RON PADGETT THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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