I Cannot Tell You How I Love The Canvases Of Mr. Dove, Which Saturday I Went To See In Mr. Thurber'S Gallery. At First You Fancy They Are Built As Patterns For A Crazy Quilt, But Soon You See That They Express An Ambient Simultaneousness. This Thing Which You Would Almost Bet Portrays A Spanish Omelette, Depicts Instead, With Wondrous Skill, A Horse And Cart Upon A Hill. Now, Mr. Dove Has Too Much Art To Show The Horse Or Show The Cart; Instead, He Paints The Creak And Strain, Get It? No Pike Is Half As Plain. This Thing Which Would Appear To Show A Fancy Vest Scenario, Is Really Quite Another Thing, A Flock Of Pigeons On The Wing. But Mr. Dove Is Much Too Keen To Let A Single Bird Be Seen; To Show The Pigeons Would Not Do And So He Simply Paints The Coo. It's All As Simple As Can Be; He Paints The Things You Cannot See, Just As Composers Please The Ear With "Programme" Things You Cannot Hear. Dove Is The Cleverest Of Chaps; And, Gazing At His Rhythmic Maps, I Wondered (And I'm Wondering Yet) Whether He Did Them On A Bet.