The Elusive: A Poetic Representation of an American Illustrator

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Maxfield Parrish
F. X Leyendecker
Norman Rockwell
Harrison Fisher

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The Elusive

At night she grasps the elusive.
Moon beams, like tiny dust pillows,
float in that soft light.
I hear her giggle
And sigh,
reaching out her small soft hands
For something that can ne’er be captured,

But she’s happy just the same;
To dream,
To leap, to dance, to swirl, and hold
Her hands outstretched
Like reaching for small drops of night dew,
And that great joy of innocence which laughter brings,

Like the stirrings of the poet’s words,
Or the strings of a lute from a renaissance night.

Randy Mazie

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