English poem
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by Archibald Allan Bowman (1883–1936)
The Import counts. All great art greatly deals With themes not insignificant. The less Gives lesser art, howe’er the form express The sense of that the artist thinks or feels. And wonderful it is how life reveals The great theme near at hand, did we but press Our lives less fiercely, and our souls possess, When stirred, until the fitting word congeals. Art should not fail among us. All have eyes Which bring the star-sown heavens nightly home, And there are ever winds about the world. And no man but hath felt the mysteries Of birth and wedlock and death’s solemn gloam, Or seen the petals of a rose uncurled.
HESEPE, 19th June