Florence Churchill Casebeer - XI. To a Modern Painter lyrics

If from the chaos in the picture's frame, There finally emerge a figure fair, It seems a miracle the brush must dare If the creator seek for modern fame. Perhaps only an initiate dare name These half real beings,--puppets that seem to stare Out through the maze and wait for those who care Enough to recognize them without blame. So often seems the picture of our day, A ma** of unrelated forms and light, And if there be a few who see it real, Who sense the revelation and dare say "There moves a figure to our deepening sight," From that admission, Truth may make its seal.