Arnold Böcklin, "Self-Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle," 1872
Do it as if this
Is your last chance to do this
Well, for it may be
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Do it as if this
Is your last chance to do this
Well, for it may be
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (6)
Perfect. But he should have practiced, obviously, when he was alive. After all, it's the only way you can get to Carnegie Hall when you're alive.
I'm going to the garden centre this morning. I shall carry this close....
And that's how we should live life. Always be kind to others! Loved your poem!
I never hear the fiddle but sometimes, I think I hear his skeletal breathing.
Interesting and insightful as always! Question - what does ekphrastic mean?
Very interesting!