Author: Nike (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-23-06 15:00
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Have you seen that portrait Gaugin did of me painting sunflowers?
it was really I, but it\'s I gone mad.
Vincent Van Gogh
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov\'d of more and less:
Thou mak\'st faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem\'d,
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated, and for true things deem\'d.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women
knitting. I will paint living people who breather and feel and suffer and
I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet\'s debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory being dumb;
For I impair not beauty being mute,
When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
Than both your poets can in praise devise.