Walt Whitman reciting his poem “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed.”
Interesting but also a bit creepy I think.
I just found this color photo challenge for April.
Better late than never, huh?
Expressing the sadness of this great loss, several political cartoonists have created cartoons on the Notre Dame fire.
Notre Dame is still on my mind. Here are some images from its past. Clearly, it’s fascinated artists through the ages.
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by William Blake
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
Grey-headed beadles walk’d before with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door