
Frederic, Lord Leighton (1830-1896), “Study of a Lady”
Those of us who lack beauty have a gift
As recompense for our misshapen forms:
We can gold from ordinary muck sift
And know it when real to ideal conforms

I cannot tell what you are looking at
As brush and pigment immortalize you;
Regardless, know that I do envy that
Which your exquisite gaze makes good and true

It may be that we love most what we lack:
Sweet symmetry, proportion, harmony
A sculpted countenance; curls soft and black
Eyes dark enough a secret light to see

My ugliness makes your beauty most clear
For that, my gratitude is quite sincere
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.



Comments (4)
Beautiful approach to this piece. Loved the notion of balanced gifting to the artist and the muse
This poem was exquisite. It reminded me of Sonnets of old. Just lovely.
Such beauty, self-perception, and envy in depth! Loved this! 💌
Those last two lines hit me so hard. Loved your poem!