There's quite a bit of vanity at play for one such as I to post his little doodles. So, to rein in my vanity, all I need do is recall William Blake's monotype on the same subject as this piece. It's one of those images that once seen is never forgotten. But then, that can be said about almost all of Mr. Blake's oeuvre.
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He stood there, gazing at the sky, his thoughts caught in a silent seance of dreams forever perished. It had been a long journey, a difficul...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...
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Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ...
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