The Power Of Art Poem by George Santayana
The Power Of Art
Not human art, but living gods alone
Can fashion beauties that by changing live,--
Her buds to spring, his fruits to autumn give,
To earth her fountains in her heart of stone;
But these in their begetting are o'erthrown,
Nor may the sentenced minutes find reprieve;
And summer in the blush of joy must grieve
To shed his flaunting crown of petals blown.
We to our works may not impart our breath,
Nor them with shifting light of life array;
We show but what one happy moment saith;
Yet may our hands immortalize the day
When life was sweet, and save from utter death
The sacred past that should not pass away.
Yet may our hands immortalize the day When life was sweet, and save from utter death The sacred past that should not pass away...... art and how it influences us and the joy of it and the value of the past..... so many thoughts you conveyed through this wonderful poem. tony
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Yet may our hands immortalize the day When life was sweet, and save from utter death The sacred past that should not pass away...... art and how it influences us and the joy of it and the value of the past..... so many thoughts you conveyed through this wonderful poem. tony just sent u a comment and voted it a big 10. if you hve time please read my poem if you die before me. thank youj. tony