A Poem & A Painting: A Crowned Bird
Oct 19 2015 · 0 comments · A Poem & A Painting, My Paintings ·0
I had such a wonderful day at the Hingham Arts Walk yesterday! Many thanks to White Magdelena House for hosting me and to everyone that came by to visit and purchase my artwork ~ it means so much to me! If you didn’t have a chance to stop by or you aren’t local, no worries, I will have artwork for sale online that is perfect for holiday giving. My 6″x 6″ oil paintings are $125 and will be featured on my website and on my Instagram. You can always contact me about a custom painting or visit my Shop to order a special Nest painting. Onto this week’s poem…
from To Autumn
by John Keats
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
This week’s accompanying painting:
Wishing you a wonderful week ~ ours is certainly off to a chilly start! If you’d like to purchase this week’s featured painting, please contact me via email: here.
xo,
Pamela
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