Brainchild
by Ann Harper
oil on canvas
canvas size 24"x30"
framed
for sale


Come, said the Muse,          
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,          
Sing me the Universal.          
            
In this broad Earth of ours,          
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,          
Nestles the seed Perfection.          
            
By every life a share, or more or less,          
None born but it is bornconcealed or unconcealed, the seed is waiting.          
Walt Whitman

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