Rodin's Artistry
by Michael Doyle

Some pursue the fine arts for immortality
That makes a degree of sense thoroughly
After all, you start with a marble block
But see what you will transform from rock

Like water, the shape begins to conform
The chisel drips patiently to transform
Art is pleasure in a thinker's mind
What is wasteful, somehow remains behind

Rodin believed in the depth of his vision
Contemplation felt deep and with precision
The heights and depths of a man's appetite
Starts and finishes with feeling right

Right with nature; right with God's home
And the knowledge that we're never alone
Love won and lost is just another complication
Felt deep with a sculptor's contemplation

It is the reflection of an artist's heart
But only his guided hand knows to start
Then to finish so that any work is just so
And any fool will be sure to see and know

Rodin believed in the depth of his vision
Contemplation felt deep and with precision
The heights and depths of a man's appetite
Starts and finishes with feeling right

There is truth in the movements observed
And all the names called as if deserved
There in the spontaneous act called reality
Is the genuine spark we call creativity

Terra-cotta, plaster, bronze, and stone
The lonely, tortured heart must atone
Drip by drip comes the light of better days
Announced without words, the artist says

Rodin believed in the depth of his vision
Contemplation felt deep and with precision
The heights and depths of a man's appetite
Starts and finishes with feeling right

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