“The knife hand was singing”, 24” x 24”, Acrylic on canvasAnother painting from the series I’ve been working on (see previous post), painted on 20th August this year. As it seems like a good idea and because I like the poem, here’s another by my old duffer ‘Bill’, or, WB Yeats:
The Magi
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
Again, the text comes from the Faber selection chosen by Seamus Heaney (2000).
