First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string With feathery sorcery; muzzle the note With hurting love; the music that they wrote Bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing Threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing For the dear instrument to bear. Devote The bows to silks and honey. Be remote A while from malice and from murdering. But first to arms, to armor. Carry hate In front of you and harmony behind. Be deaf to music and to beauty blind. Win war. Rise bloody, maybe not too late For having first to civilize a space Wherein to play your violin with grace. -- Gwendolyn Brooks 1949
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linda duffy 27 Feb 2007
very very well done super piecebianca 26 Feb 2007
FANTASTIC presentation.....Leah Jaarveth 26 Feb 2007
this is most awesome work :)Dean Swinfield 26 Feb 2007
Amazing picture - well done.Patrick Boyle 26 Feb 2007
the color really brings the character to life although I think I prefeer the original b/w version better.