On Thomas Doughty’s Landscape with Curving River

Submitted by Ann Neilson

The Lord above hath dipped His brush,
And painted upon organic earth.
The golden hues, His eminence bright,
Reflects in clouds near Heaven’s height.

Marigold ink billows and froths
In echoes of the steady stream,
Of yonder river, among the glade,
Reflecting Autumn in quiet staid.

Antiquity nods her stately head
To dyes of crimson foliage,
And bids goodbye to dying limbs,
Solemnly humming death’s mournful hymns.

Yet, whilst death intercedes, subdued whispers
Hush the earth with pearl and ecru.
The Divine hand, Who fearfully inspires,
Hath moulded earth, the poet’s lyre.


 

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Photo credit: The Undergrowth in the Forest of Saint-Germain – Claude Monet

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The Vita Brevis Team

“Ars longa, vita brevis" (art is long, life is short). This maxim so moved us that it seemed only right to title our online poetry magazine after it. It may seem curious that we chose Vita Brevis (life is short) as our title instead of Ars Longa (art is long). But this choice was more than appropriate; after all, the aim of our journal is to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and immortality but life’s toils and finiteness. We want to revive and nourish the rich existential literature that forms when art and the human endeavor collide.

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