Thomas Gainsborough Poem by Paul Reed
Thomas Gainsborough
Your oils lie on canvas
Now over two centuries old
But then, so deftly and quickly painted
With brushstrokes skilfull and bold
The magical blur from your hand
More deceptive than thimblerigs
We still draw breath today
At 'The Blue Boy' or 'Girl With Pigs'
Were you ever given to dream
That your works would still draw eyes' gaze
Under a hundred thousand dusts
And setting suns to end the days
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