Thank God for beauty, Turner exhibition in the Tate
Take it in some evening, be amazed
Turn in where you normally wouldn’t, as if fate
Compelled diverted course
Found yourself before grace
Itself
Ships and men on the sea, as if we were meant to dwell there
Navvies hauling ropes in a swell, unwell yellow sun melting pastel
Distended shapes, hulls like gulls gullet swelling with hunted herring
Yet more lifelike, evoking bronzen meridians.
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