English poem
Iii
by Archibald Allan Bowman (1883–1936)
Thus language is the type wherein revealed Art’s universal function we behold, In sensuous forms appropriate to unfold Whate’er of meaning Individuals yield: A doctrine this which doth enlarge the field To every man who in himself doth hold But speech enough a simple thought to mould In words well wedded to the sense concealed. --Doubtless a truth, though strained beyond the Norm, If still the theme, with varying purport fraught, Loses itself entirely in the Form, And ugliness and beauty count for naught; And yet a truth, although a truth in part, All art expression, not all expression art.
HESEPE, 18th June