
Were I a Skilful Painter is a poem by George MacDonald that explores the idea of creating art and the power it holds to capture beauty and emotion. The speaker in the poem expresses their desire to be able to paint with skill, so they can create works of art that will inspire others and bring joy into their lives. Throughout the poem, the speaker reflects on the importance of art and its ability to connect people across time and space.
By George MacDonald · First published 1857 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Inspirational · 350 words
Were I a skilful painter, My pencil, not my pen, Should try to teach thee hope and fear, And who would blame me then? -- Fear of the tide of darkness That floweth fast behind, And hope to make thee journey on In the journey of the mind.
Were I a skilful painter, What should I paint for thee? -- A tiny spring-bud peeping out From a withered wintry tree; The warm blue sky of summer O'er jagged ice and snow, And water hurrying gladsome out From a cavern down below;
Were I a Skilful Painter is listed on Textopian as a poem by George MacDonald, dated 1857 CE.
This source record anchors work identity, reading entry points, and catalog context for checking claims about the work.
imagination · art · creativity · poetry · nature · beauty · expression · dreams · inspiration · vision · fantasy · metaphor