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Fragment on Painters

There is an evil which that Race attains
Who represent God's World with oily paints,
Who mock the Universe, so rare and sweet,
With spots of colour on a canvas sheet,
Defile the Lovely and insult the Good
By scrawling upon little bits of wood.
They'd snare the moon, and catch the immortal sun
With madder brown and pale vermillion,
Entrap an English evening's magic hush . . .

poem by Rupert Brooke from The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke, With a Memoir (1918)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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