Wocky Jivvy: Poetry and Art "When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
from Rudyard Kipling's The Conundrum of the Workshops

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* Poetry: Poems of Acclaim

Theocritus (a villanelle)

    O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
    Dost thou remember Sicily?

    Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
    O Singer of Persephone!

    Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
    Dost thou remember Sicily?

    Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate:
    O Singer of Persephone!

    And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate:
    Dost thou remember Sicily?

    Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait,
    O Singer of Persephone!
    Dost thou remember Sicily?

Oscar Wilde (1809-1894)

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