Ballade of Modest Confession by Hilaire Belloc

[conuly]

My reading is extremely deep and wide;
And as our modern education goes—
Unique I think, and skilfully applied
To Art and Industry and Autres Choses
Through many years of scholarly repose.
But there is one thing where I disappoint
My numerous admirers (and my foes).
Painting on Vellum is my weakest point.


I ride superbly. When I say I 'ride'
The word's too feeble. I am one of those
That dominate a horse. It is my pride
To tame the fiercest with tremendous blows
Of heel and knee. The while my handling shows
Such lightness as a lady's. But Aroint
Thee! Human frailty with thy secret woes!
Painting on Vellum is my weakest point.

Painting on Vellum: not on silk or hide
Or ordinary Canvas: I suppose
No painter of the present day has tried
So many mediums with success, or knows
As well as I do how the subject grows
Beneath the hands of genius, that anoint
With balm. But I have something to disclose—
Painting on Vellum is my weakest point.


Envoi
Prince! do not let your Nose, your royal Nose,
Your large imperial Nose get out of Joint.
For though you cannot touch my golden Prose,
Painting on Vellum is my weakest point.

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Comments

[larryhammer]

The art of the humble-brag is old.

[foms]

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44380/contentment-56d2237388193

[poliphilo]

For all his very many faults (by which I mean the points on which we disagree) I have always loved Hilaire Belloc. He was a mass of contradictions but a wonderful writer in prose and verse and- in my opinion- the finest comic poet of the 20th century.

"I am a sundial and I make a botch
Of what is done far better by a watch."

[conuly]

"I am a sundial and I make a botch
Of what is done far better by a watch."

When clocks first became popular there were all sorts of little tricks to make them more accurate - that is, more accurate to sun time. It was only later that we decided clock time is the more accurate measurement.