Sentient in San Francisco – 14 September 2019

This Date in Art History: Died 14 September 1931 – Tom Roberts, an English-born Australian painter.

Below – “Holiday sketch at Coogee”; “Shearing the Rams”; “Bourke Street”; “Coming South”; “Slumbering Sea, Mentone”; “Portrait of Florence.”

A Poem for Today

“Planting the Sand Cherry”
by Ann Struthers

Today I planted the sand cherry with red leaves—
and hope that I can go on digging in this yard,
pruning the grape vine, twisting the silver lace
on its trellis, the one that bloomed
just before the frost flowered over all the garden.
Next spring I will plant more zinnias, marigolds,
straw flowers, pearly everlasting, and bleeding heart.
I plant that for you, old love, old friend,
and lilacs for remembering.   The lily-of-the-valley
with cream-colored bells, bent over slightly, bowing
to the inevitable, flowers for a few days, a week.
Now its broad blade leaves are streaked with brown
and the stem dried to a pale hair.
In place of the silent bells, red berries
like rose hips blaze close to the ground.
It is important for me to be down on my knees,
my fingers sifting the black earth,
making those things grow which will grow.
Sometimes I save a weed if its leaves
are spread fern-like, hand-like,
or if it grows with a certain impertinence.
I let the goldenrod stay and the wild asters.
I save the violets in spring.   People who kill violets
will do anything.

Contemporary American Art – Andrea Patrie

Below – “Jet is the Worst Model”; “Girl with Her Plant”; “DNA”; “Santa Ana”; “Selfie #1”; “Almost Lost Her.”

A Poem for Today

“Love Is Not All”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Below – Arnold Genthe: “Edna St. Vincent Millay in Mamaroneck, NY, 1914”

Contemporary French Art – Marie-Elisabeth Merlin

Below – “Il était une fois, Solitaire”; “Le Maillot Rouge”; “Il était Une fois, Poésie du coeur”; “Il n’y a pas si longtemps”; “La Petite”; “Apres-midi.”

A Poem for Today

“Marry Me”
by Veronica Patterson

when I come late to bed
I move your leg flung over my side—
that warm gate

nights you’re not here
I inch toward the middle
of this boat, balancing

when I turn over in sleep
you turn, I turn, you turn,
I turn, you

some nights you tug the edge
of my pillow under your cheek,
look in my dream

pulling the white sheet
over your bare shoulder
I marry you again

Below -Artist unknown: Untitled

Contemporary South African Art – Patrick Hugh McCabe

Below – “Love is in the Air”; “Walk My Way”; “Follow Your Dream”; “Romantic Dreams”; “Golden Restio.”

A Poem for Today

by Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

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