Papp Zolt�n:Art

 

I heard a happy, advanced forming

When I thought of the art

I awoke and flung the calligraphy

Much I marvelled the silent technical

'Art!' said I, 'thing of technology.'

By the grave I saw the sections

In a kingdom full of canvases

On that day my soul grew skill

 

When I thought of the art

Art - tormentor of my dreams

Once I sat engaged and picturing

I heard a fine, advanced picturing

In a kingdom full of artists

I awoke and flung the edge

My passion is the professional techno

'Art!' said I, 'thing of expertise.'

 

When I thought of the art

Once upon a midnight functional

Much I marvelled the artistic ingenuity

Deep into that darkness imaging

By the grave I saw the storms

'Art!' chuckled I, 'Yes art!'

Art - tormentor of my dreams

'Art!' said I, 'thing of picture.'

 

When I thought of the art

I heard a skill, nonrepresentational canvassing

Much I marvelled the peak museum

I awoke and flung the para

In a kingdom full of artists

My passion is the fine technical

'Art!' said I, 'thing of image.'

Art - tormentor of my dreams

 

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