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Rembrandt's Late Self-Portraits

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You are confronted with yourself. Each year
The pouches fill, the skin is uglier.
You give it all unflinchingly. You stare
Into yourself, beyond. Your brush's care
Runs with self-knowledge. Here

Is a humility at one with craft.
There is no arrogance. Pride is apart
From this self-scrutiny. You make light drift
The way you want. Your face is bruised and hurt

But there is still love left.
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cindy 18 May 2018

i luv the poem. this will surely help me with my summer project.

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Saul Kamionsky 27 April 2017

Pride is apart from this self-scrutiny implies that people should be interested in compassion and humanity, and not beauty and physical appearance. Despite bruised and hurt faces, there is still love left for people of old age. You chose what what each must reckon with encourages us to decide between living honestly by acknowledging the bloated nose or succumbing to the devastations caused to us when our life is plucked at viciously. This poem may be about the emotional rollercoaster of anguish and joy that both poets ant painters experience when creating their works.

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Neran Sati 14 October 2015

..To paint's to breathe, And all the darknesses are dared.. a captivating imagery of the art of painting. Thanks PH

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