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| Original Sketch |
"Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart."
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart."
-W.B. Yeats
Original sketch done by acident and ....boredom, during a lecture. The last two were worked up in photoshop, and the last section of the poem, 'The Circus Animals Desertion' by W.B. Yeats was added.
If only ...
ReplyDeletemy sketches done by accident or boredom
were as good as
Emily Robards' ...
sigh.