Came across an illustration of Ruth by the artist and Cornell professor, Zevi Blum, who passed away in 2011. Fascinated by the lines and thought it would be a worthy challenge to see if I could do a woodcut of it. It was a challenge! The result is what you see (click image to enlarge – not nearly as worthy as the original.) His hand-watercolored etchings can be seen at his website here.
And now, I’d liked to introduce the poet, Thomas Hood (1789-1845), who was also an engraver before becoming a poet:
Thomas Hood (1789-1845)
She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen’d;—such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil’d a light,
That had else been all too bright.
And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:—
Sure, I said, Heav’n did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.