Classic Poem

Blessings on you, little man!
Do you really think you can
By some geometric law
Make us see the thing you saw?
Do you really think that Art
Is of Science any part,
And that through triangulation
We shall come to your sensation?
Have you, honestly, a notion
Art is other than Emotion—
That it is, for you or us,
Differential calculus?

Nay. With what it means to you ,
Art has simply nought to do;
Art begins when you've conveyed
Meaning of the thing you've made.
You may show it well or ill;
That is question of your skill.
But the meaning you must show,
Else it isn't Art. Lord, no!
Any baby building blocks
Any Cubist canvas mocks.

You know this as well as I,
So I know your “art” a lie.
Music's not acoustics, man;
Painting's not a builder's plan.
Eyes are eyes and ears are ears,
So it has been through the years;
So it will be, so it must,
When your crazy-quilts are dust.