New Year with Rebecca

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 !    


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