pictures by rhoda penmarq
it must be sad
to be a cad
and have women every hour
fall like flowers
into your lap
when you're trying to take a nap
or want some solitude
to sit in a somber mood
and create unflinching perfect art
but how can you start
when these myriad creatures
with their softly shifting features
will not go away
but multiply every day
lining up for miles
in kaleidoscopic styles
and wind through city blocks
stopping the tower clocks
of the haughty bourgeoisie
who hate art and poetry
o apollo shed a tear!
but poet, try to persevere
though the world be misbegotten
you will never be forgotten
your words will be on lips
when thinking machines and rocket ships
are wiped from time's black shining slate
immortality shall be your fate
Ah, the words of Sternwall, the pictures of Penmarq -- a recipe for immortality!
How did I get the idea that Sternwall was a classic poet, an obscure genius from another century whose gems rhoda was illustrating? Yet, he knew (or knows) Dan so well.
This poem gets better every day.
i love the wind and what it always does...
mind is a kaleidoscope... it can multiply whatever we choose...
loved this work... and that message of perseverance...
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