Tichborne's Elegy
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain;
My crop of corn is but a field of tares;
And all my good is but vain hope of gain:
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale is heard, and yet it is not told;
My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green;
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old;
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen:
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my womb;
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb;
And now I die, and now I was but made:
My glass is full, and now my glass is run;
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Poem by Chidiock Tichborne, image by Arwen Savage.
posted by Dingus @ 7:29 PM
6 Comments:
Holy shit this painting is good.
I love nooses.
It's not a painting; I was too lazy to get all of the necessities out, so I just used markers, oil pastels and a over-head projector pen (for the black parts).
And thanku. :)
For everyone who doesn't know, thats a table.. not a purple spaceship.
Well I feel stupid. About the paint/marker thing, not the spaceship... I knew it was a table :P
My mother likes it too.
...although I had it flipped around and the hangman was covered...
I seriously love this more every time i see it.
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