(amsterdam) The Etcher Comments
The artist bends over his bench in the window;
here he can deepen dark dusk into night,
create holy fire or shadows of pitch,
make a mist or a scatter of light.
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A breathtakingly beautiful poem that captures the industious visions and pungent aromas of an artistic era. Some wonderful literary flourishes at play here. The admirable use of consonance and assonance contribute to the sheer magnificence of this linguistic painting. S :)
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7/20/2025 8:10:30 AM # 1.0.0
Your poem has impeccable rhythm and rhyme as you bring to life an artist's creation. I love so many of the words e.g. stipple the needle, stink of the ink, bubbling acid, the creak of the press. You drew me right in to the poem and I enjoyed every word. 10