Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
-John Keats
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Serendoxity [deleted] 38 months ago | reply
Oh, if only more Flickr pix were accompanied by poetry!
Naval Langa 34 months ago | reply
I have seen your artwork posted here. I liked it. On my websites, I write articles about pencil drawings done by friends. Here are two of my review articles, I hope, you would like to look at.
•REVIEW ARTICLE: PENCIL DRAWING
•PENCIL DRAWING: SMALL CHILD
Cora Raab 30 months ago | reply
You are invited to display your image in:
Visibly Talented
*** A Place For Artists ***
Please tag "Visibly Talented"
jinetedeballenas 29 months ago | reply
bonitoo!!=)