#85

Hieronymus Bosch
Grandeur of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
When I have heard small talk about great men   
I climb to bed; light my two candles; then
Consider what was said; and put aside
What Such-a-one remarked and Someone-else replied.
 
They have spoken lightly of my deathless friends,
(Lamps for my gloom, hands guiding where I stumble,)   
Quoting, for shallow conversational ends,
What Shelley shrilled, what Blake once wildly muttered ….
 
How can they use such names and be not humble?   
I have sat silent; angry at what they uttered.
The dead bequeathed them life; the dead have said   
What these can only memorize and mumble.
More art by Hieronymus Bosch here.
 
 
 
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