Above, the ungraspable in grey or white or sometimes black, I read now is wrought of Forms, this water overhead. What Science seeks to calibrate quickens my palette, hand and knife and revives my boyish eyes to see pictures in the sky.
The series of cloud studies painted by John Constable during the summers of 1821 and 1822 inspired this poem. Thank-you to Laura for alerting me to these and other images by Constable in the Your Paintings online archive.
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