The mother is wide awake In the battle of things Her eyes on her children Who said she was dreaming? Give and take it goes around Head to head are the enfants The painting divided in two The pure enfants from the sky Advertisements
Friend, foe, in one red burial blent! Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage Turner quoted it with this painting. Passionate, rotund figures of Robustness with forthright appearances Of large noses are compared to the emotion inducing moon It shows a hazy darkness Expressing a dislike of war
Leading from the back.