'Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp
Or what's a heaven for?'
This famous quote led me to Browning's poem Andrea del Sarto. There's something about Browning generally that I'm not quite keen on, I don't much enjoy reading his work, nevertheless I find this a really interesting and satisfying poem. I think any artist could relate. Or indeed any one of us struggling to reconcile and articulate survival, compromise, reach, internal struggles, regrets, hopes, successes, failures. Reality (what is that?) and heaven (perhaps that is reality).
'I'm the weak-eyed bat no sun should tempt
out of the grange whose four walls make his world.'
