Kenyon-Cox - Augustus Saint Gaudens |
I love the thought of his anger.
The way he was a dog barking
at the image of himself barking.
And his hatred of his own embrace
of working as the only thing that worked -
the vulgarity of expecting ever
gratitude or admiration, which
would mean a stealing from him.
The way his fortitude held and hardened
because he did what he knew.
Seamus Heaney, An Artist (edited)
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