Burning Burnt Orange

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There’s orange and then there’s orange of silk.  That lords

It over other colors.  Purple bows

Before it.  Others have no right in chords

Beside it.  Only the poetic brows

Beside it.  Only the poetic brows

Of Byron have the right to arch above

Burnt orange.  These facts alone show where the love

Of God is settled.  He loves beauty’s show.

Those arches and that orange–and Byron’s nose

And lips–prove God, and God alone, has taste

Supreme.  That lower lip, pink, arrant, shows

All other beauties have been trashed, abased.

  It shines like silk, a silk for kissing made.

    This painting is where all perfections strayed.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 24, 2025 | Uncategorized | 0 comments