You must remember, I was a poor boy from the East End -
I gazed at his drawings and paintings in the beautiful gallery -
He'd gone to the Yiddish Theatre, watched the jiu jutsi fighters in Moe's Gym -
Beneath the trenches, he'd seen men carving tunnels through the merciless earth -
He'd been regarded as a disturbing influence at The Slade -
The faces of the Jewish women he painted were those of goddesses, archaic and ravishing -
Each self portrait I saw depicted a portion of his soul -
The last showed him in a robe like a gorgeous shroud -
12.00
Saturday 30 December 2017
Pallant House Gallery
Chichester
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