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Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)

Arthur Rackham lived to draw: Observe the dreamy things he saw In his fey, fantastic brain— Elves and fairies, sprites and trolls, Giant birds, huge rabbit holes, Yet the man himself seemed sane… Modest, mousey, very plain. Grey and green and burnished brown, Embroidering an elf-queen’s gown, Or the foggy English skies Looming somber up above— Moody colors children love And their parents prize as well: Rackham’s visionary spell..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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