Day 161 – Ode on a Doodled Urn
My humble apologies to John Keats, but I did these Urns last week and all I could think of was the Poem I studied in High School. Although these are far from Grecian, I think the Doodled equivalent is pure poetry.
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness.
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
a flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
The Grecian Urn - doodled