Robert Ilson
Up here New Years start bad:
They’re dark and cold
The young feel old
The old may well feel sad.
What’s needed is a goal
That can inspire
Us to aspire
To journey to some whole
Greater than any part.
May I suggest
That what is best
In stormy weather’s art,
Through which you can see suns,
Beasts and faces,
Patterns, places,
Both real and dreamt-of ones.
No, art’s not just delight
But when tragic
By strange magic
It helps you bear the night.
So, wintry passer-by,
You’re nearly there.
Come in: our rare
Art-works deserve your eye !