One of our
beautiful artists
is thinking
about a new
drawing of Jesus,
and we are
thinking about
placing this
here.
And El Greco Dreams of
Pentecost,
A Prelude
In May, of the year 1599,
a woman had a dream,
at Holy Trinity Church, in Stratford-upon-Avon,
and London merchants were docking a small boat,
The Rose was near the River Thames, in Southwark,
and William missed his friend, the Earl,
and the woman, who was dreaming at Holy Trinity.
One of the merchants tapped William's shoulder,
lovingly, and he said,
"Kin ya sign sir name here?"
And William cried, and he said,
"Ah'm not the kind to cry, sir."
And William signed his name, on a playbill,
for his play, "Henry the Fifth."
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And El Greco Dreams of Pentecost,
A Prelude
Written text in white pink color and story by Sara Kumar,
and design concept by artists with us.
In May, of the year 1599,
a woman had a dream,
at Holy Trinity Church, in Stratford-upon-Avon,
and London merchants were docking a small boat,
upon the bank of the River Thames,
near Winchester Palace Park, in Southwark,
in London,
after finishing a longer voyage, on a large ship,
from the East Indies, around the Cape of Good Hope.
William loved to dream inside a small house,
next to a theatre called The Rose, at times,
when his dear friend, the Earl,
went to meet diplomats.
The Rose was near the River Thames, in Southwark,
and William missed his friend, the Earl,
and the woman, who was dreaming at Holy Trinity.
One of the merchants tapped William's shoulder,
lovingly, and he said,
"Kin ya sign sir name here?"
And William cried, and he said,
"Ah'm not the kind to cry, sir."
And William signed his name, on a playbill,
for his play, "Henry the Fifth."
"Tank ya kindly, then. Ah'm goin' awn to India,
kindly then," said the merchant.
"So-so then," said William,
and he rubbed his left shoulder,
and he dabbed his right eye, lovingly,
with a handkerchief.
And William drew the beginnings of a boat,
on his paper,
and the merchant stepped inside the theatre,
and he kneeled down and prayed quietly.
"I'm not a jig, I'm not a jig, I'm not a jig,"
sang the Earl,
and he hummed, so lovingly, and he closed his eyes.
"I see an olive tree now, dear friend, poet,
let it be here, in London, meloves children too, dear poet,"
said the Earl,
and Will hummed, so lovingly, and he loved the air particles,
around his face, and Will sang, and he thought of a tree,
and he sang again, "and music plays, and Judith loves her chicken,
in Arden-land, so blue,"
"so blue, so blue," sang Anne,
and Judith showed her chicken the beautiful-orange sky,
in Stratford-upon-Avon, outside their home, on Chapel Street.
