He Loves Paint

Robert Ilson


His colours fired and fused into

The forms they fit without constraint

Are testimony to how much

He loves paint.


His denizens of pub and palace

Scowl and howl without restraint

Save art's own discipline because

He loves paint.


Hogarth and Sickert clasp their son

With no cause for the least complaint :

Their lineage is safe because

He loves paint.


And you ?  Dare you immerse yourself

In what transcends the coy or quaint ?

You will -- if you, like him, are one

Who loves paint.


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