{"id":141,"date":"2008-04-16T12:38:56","date_gmt":"2008-04-16T11:38:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2008\/04\/16\/inpm-16-on-a-picture-of-a-black-centaur-by-edmund-dulac\/"},"modified":"2016-12-10T10:55:49","modified_gmt":"2016-12-10T09:55:49","slug":"inpm-16-on-a-picture-of-a-black-centaur-by-edmund-dulac","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2008\/04\/16\/inpm-16-on-a-picture-of-a-black-centaur-by-edmund-dulac","title":{"rendered":"INPM #16: On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"icon\u00c2\u00a0 On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac<\/strong><\/p>\n

Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,
\nEven where horrible green parrots call and swing.
\nMy works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.
\nI knew that horse-play, knew it for a murderous thing.
\nWhat wholesome sun has ripened is wholesome food to eat,
\nAnd that alone; yet I, being driven half insane
\nBecause of some green wing, gathered old mummy wheat
\nIn the mad abstract dark and ground it grain by grain
\nAnd after baked it slowly in an oven; but now
\nI bring full-flavoured wine out of a barrel found
\nWhere seven Ephesian topers slept and never knew
\nWhen Alexander’s empire passed, they slept so sound.
\nStretch out your limbs and sleep a long Saturnian sleep;
\nI have loved you better than my soul for all my words,
\nAnd there is none so fit to keep a watch and keep
\nUnwearied eyes upon those horrible green birds.<\/p>\n

– William Butler Yeats <\/a><\/p>\n

If I am not mistaken, you can see the picture this poem is about at the ASIFA-Hollywood Animation Archive, “Dulac’s Tanglewood Tales”<\/a> (it’s the second picture from the bottom).<\/p>\n

Overview: (Inter-)National Poetry Month 2008 \u00c2\u00bb<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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