Ode on a Grecian Urn (Keats)
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
A playful piece – it’s like a plant tendril has said, “This is all I need to show and still look great.”
A flower, brave and carefree, swaying in a gentle breeze.
A strong geometric pattern, with a little jump of whimsy!
A beautifully simple piece – leaf buds on a stem, new life arriving.