I THINK that I shall never see | |
A poem lovely as a tree. | |
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
A tree that looks at God all day, | 5 |
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | |
A tree that may in summer wear | |
A nest of robins in her hair; | |
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; | |
Who intimately lives with rain. | 10 |
Poems are made by fools like me, | |
But only God can make a tree. |
1886-1918
This poem kept running through my mind while I added a tree to the right side of my piece. It was, like much of this piece, a pain staking process.
- Draft the tree on my tissue paper full-size sketch that I am using as a rough base for the scene.
- Fuse the trunk and limbs to the background.
I really like the ice-dyed organza for leaves. It is looking great.
ReplyDeleteIt's coming...it's coming...it's lovely!
ReplyDelete(And I just realized Kilmer died at 32. What a gift was lost...)
Wonderful tree and lovely poem!
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