I just got finished doing this watercolor. I'm going to write this first bit of a piece by Hans Christian Anderson along the right margin.
The Phoenix Bird
In the Garden of Paradise
Beneath the Tree of Knowledge
Bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose, a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
His plumage was beauteous,
And his song ravishing.
Eve picked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
When she and Adam were driven from Paradise,
There fell from the flaming sword of the cherub
A spark into the nest of the bird,
Which blazed up forthwith.
The bird perished in the flames;
But from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one,
The one solitary Phoenix Bird.
No comments:
Post a Comment