June 16, 2010
Death of a Painter
In Memory of Nancy Wynne Jones Not a tent of blue but a peek of gold From her coign of vantage in the studio, A Wicklow cornfield in the gable window. Long gazing at the hill–but not Cézanne, More Thomas Hardy working to the end In his crocheted old heirloom of a shawl. And now not Hardy but a butterfly, One of the multitude he imagined airborne Through Casterbridge, down the summer thoroughfare. READ MORE >>
