Taras Shevenko, 1814 - 1861 survived an upbringing of sorrow, poverty, and cruelty to become an artist and poet whose work is revered and celebrated in his homeland of Ukraine to this day.
Here's a self-portrait:
He was born a serf, which was a sort of slave, when Ukraine was part of the Russian Empire. His mother died when he was very young, and by the time he was seven his father had died doing forced work. Taras was left to the care of a cruel stepmother. He found work herding sheep and as a servant at a school, all the time trying to find a drawing master who would teach him.
A Little Cloud Swims To The Sun
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A little cloud swims to the sun,
With all her crimson borders trailing,
And beckons to the sun to sleep
And covers it with rosy veiling,
Cradled in the dark blue sea,
As a mother lulls her child...
Lovely to the eyes... And now,
It seems, the heart is still,
For one little hour of rest,
With God speaks quietly...
Like an enemy, the mist
Falls upon the sea
And the little rosy cloud,
Darkness in its wake
The grey mist rolls and billows out,
And the silent dark
Throws its shroud upon the soul,
And you don’t know where to wander,
Longing, longing for the light,
Like small children for their mother.
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Longing, longing for the light/ Like small children for their mother.
It breaks the heart.
Word To Use Today: crimson. This word comes from the Old Spanish cremesin, from the Arabic qirmizi, red of the kermes. Kermes is an insect which yields a red dye.
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