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

divider line and nothing more

* Poetry: Poems of Folly

Seint George

When that Seint George hadde sleyne ye dragon,
He sate him down furninst a flaggon;
And, wit ye well,
Within a spell
He had a bien plaisuant jag on.


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