Wednesday, August 8, 2012

To A Metre

Gallery-noise is a seasonal beast
Now sharp, now young; now soft-treading away.
Touching the eye with the touch of the fray
Gallery-love is immovable feast.
A certain mad haste is checked by the door
None becalmed, the still mind snared fast
Today's daily colours now torn from the mast
To heal, one lances the festering sore.

The orphaned eye, once fed, hungers for more,
Surfeit and surcease draw further apart,
The mind dwells, weaves spells, runs after fancy,
So go write upon the danger of art!

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