crowdog66: (peter rabbit)
Time again for one of my favourite poems of all time... I intend to read this at my husband's funeral, and I hope that it will be read at mine in turn.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
by Rudyard Kipling

When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded,
And the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it! --
Lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen
Shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy;
They shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comets' hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from --
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all!

And only The Master shall praise us,
And only The Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money,
And no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It
For the God of Things as They are!
From:
Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
User
Account name:
Password:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
Subject:
HTML doesn't work in the subject.

Message:

 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

Profile

crowdog66: (Default)
crowdog66

October 2016

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
91011121314 15
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags