The new masters paint a subject as they please, And Veronese is prosecuted by the Inquisition For the dogs playing at the feet of Christ, The earth is a planet among galaxies. Later Christ disappears, the dogs disappear: in abstract Understanding, without adoration, the last master puts Colors on canvas, a picture of the universe In which a bright spot somewhere in the corner Is the small radioactive planet men called Earth.
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
"The Old and the New Masters," lines 53-61
- work
- The Lost World (1965)
- year
- 1965
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“The new masters paint a subject as they please, And Veronese…” Randall Jarrell. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-F0FCA11C70. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/f0fca11c70
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