Engraved In Black and White
The blind fiddler plays
enrapt in his tune;
His wife sits
warm in the melody
of a strange hearth;
Their baby child
does not cry;
hunger is a constant song;
The eldest son stands
gripped by the fire's
lyric of security ~
After bread and coin is received
the vagabond family moves on.
Art: The Blind Fiddler, nsteel engraving by John Burnett, 1806,
after the painting by Sir David Wilke
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