Author Sheridan Ford Of drawing crude and colour like the night, The Ribot paintings still assault the sight. His scullion and his cook and frying-pan, And shrouded woman of a pallid plan With lantern face and long Rossetti jaw ā Defy the canons of artistic law. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments