The photo below, from my new favorite artist, Chester Arnold, who confronts the exploitation of earth in his work, also provided a poem about ravens to accompany his painting entitled Two Ravens. His two ravens are present in a desolated, destroyed, defoliated landscape, directly contributed to by the hand of man. He may be suggesting that man and raven are similar predators? My photo was taken the morning before I visited his exhibit at the Nevada Museum of Art.
In any case, I thought this old English poem quite an appropriate accompaniment to his painting. This painting is still for sale from the Catharine Clark Gallery in San Francisco.
As I was walking all alane,
I heard two corbies making a mane:
The tane into the other say,
“Where sall we gang and dine today?”
“In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight:
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound and lady fair.
“His Hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady ta’en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
“Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll pick out his bonny blue een:
Wi ae lock o’ his gowden hair
We’ll thick our nest when it grows bare.
“Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane:
O’er his white banes when they lie bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.”