Christina Rosetti, Color (The Golden Book of Poetry), 1947

What is pink? a rose is pink

By a fountain’s brink.

What is red? a poppy’s red

In its barley bed.

What is blue? the sky is blue

Where the clouds float thro’.

What is white? a swan is white

Sailing in the light.

What is yellow? pears are yellow,

Rich and ripe and mellow.

What is green? the grass is green,

With small flowers between.

What is violet? clouds are violet

In the summer twilight.

What is orange? Why, an orange,

Just an orange!

“Color” by Christina Rossetti (The Golden Book of Poetry, 1947)

[Retrieved from The Poetry Foundation]

Telemaco Signorini, Sketch for Straw Weavers at Settignano, ca. 1805

Telemaco Signorini, Sketch for Straw Weavers at Settignano, ca. 1805. Oil on laminated board, 16.1 x 13.2 cm. Presented in memory of Beniamino Forti by his daughter Luciana, 2008. The National Gallery, London, NG6610.

National Gallery of Art, London

This small oil sketch is a first idea for a painting in a private collection. It shows a craft worker in Settignano, a village in the hills above Florence. Signorini was a member of a group of Florentine painters known as ‘macchiaioli’ – literally, mark or spot-makers. He was a life-long friend of Degas, whose works hang nearby in the Gallery.

The pleasure given by art is not a passive one. We give it to ourselves … what we call taste is a real art. The work of art may remain silent to many; even to those who understand it more or less. It is an appeal to another mind, and it cannot draw out more than that mind contains. But to enjoy is as it were to create; to understand is a form of equality, and the full use of taste may be a work of genius.

John La Farge (American, 1835 – 1910)