the death of marat (1793)

With the stroke of a brushthe artist makes the fallen hero beautifulsmoothing the ravages of illnessthat marred his skin;a reposing pietΓ , sublime in his baptismal font,asleep, but forthe tell-tale violence of his death:the bathwater stained redby the hear that bled for France,his fallen hand still holding the penthat named himself l’ami du pueple,a revolutionarypatron saint…… Continue reading the death of marat (1793)