An Artists’ Baptism Poem by John Tansey

An Artists’ Baptism



An Artists’ Baptism


Fanning the pages,

The fresh, unblemished smell
To a ream of blank paper.
.

A primed, white-washed,
Mounted canvas.

The sculptor’s arms wrapped
Around a square block of Venetian marble.

Or a fresh, fallen snow
Just as your child’s first foot fall.

All are Sacraments of Baptism:
To wash away our wrongs,

Like perennials, blooming again every year…

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John Tansey

John Tansey

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