Till fotografen
Apropå den förra bloggposten om de retuscherade socialisterna, kan de med fördel kontrasteras mot den frihetlige versmakaren Berton Braley som skev följande poem "To a photographer" till den fotograf som avbildade honom på ålderns höst.
I have known love and hate and work and fight;
I have lived largely, I have dreamed and planned,
And Time, the Sculptor, with a master hand
Has graven on my face for all men's sight
Deep lines of joy and sorrow, growth and blight
Of labor and of service and command
- And now you show me this, this waxen, bland
And placid face, unlined, unwrinkled, white.
This is not I - this fatuous thing you show,
Retouched and smoothed and prettified to please,
Put back the wrinkles and the lines I know;
I have spent blood and tears achieving these,
Out of the pain, the struggle and the wrack
These are my scars of battle - put them back!
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