Toulouse Lautrec And His Ilk Poem by james watkin

Toulouse Lautrec And His Ilk



Sordid details of a life
Are they as painted o'er.
For what of soul, in these works
Shines through; a pure colour.

World's dark corners, re-illumed
Through what's gallery-hung
In light of worth eterne leaves
What foully of fiend clung?

Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,artistic work
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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