Friday, March 27, 2009

Poetry Friday: When Earth's Last Picture is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew
And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!

--Rudyard Kipling

For more about the complicated and conflicted Rudyard Kipling, click here.

Poetry Friday is being graciously hosted by Julie Larios at The Drift Record.

1 comment:

laurasalas said...

Oh, those opening three lines are amazing, and I also love:

They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair

Gorgeous!

And, hey! I know Kathy, Diane, and Andi from Chautauqua back in 2003 (and Diane from poetry stuff now!). Hi, ladies!