This Date in Art History: Died 19 November 1949 – James Ensor, a Belgian painter and printmaker.
Below – “The Rower”; “Intrigue”; “La Naissance de Vénus”; “Afternoon in Ostend”; “The Oyster Eater”; “The Man of Sorrows.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 19 November 2011 – Ruth Stone, an award-winning American poet.
by Ruth Stone
Whatsoever comes to the screen,
firefly or moth,
I lean back in the wicker chair,
the porch my fragile skin
and the gorgeous open maw,
the suckling swallowing world.
Contemporary German Art – Karoline Kroiß: Part I of III.
Below – “Thinking of…”; “thinking of…”; “white dress”; “Golden”; “far away”; “Back portrait with black patterned shirt.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 19 November 1899 – Allen Tate, an award-winning American poet and critic.
by Allen Tate
I’ve often wondered why she laughed
On thinking why I wondered so;
It seemed such waste that long white hands
Should touch my hands and let them go.
And once when we were parting there,
Unseen of anything but trees,
I touched her fingers, thoughtfully,
For more than simple niceties.
But for some futile things unsaid
I should say all is done for us;
Yet I have wondered how she smiled
Beholding what was cavernous.
Below – Edward Munch: “Separation”
Below – “girl dreaming”; “red dots”; “girl dreaming”; “thinking of…”; “Golden dot”; “Sideways glance.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 19 November 1931 – Xu Zhimo, a Chinese poet and translator.
by Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
A chance shadow on the wave of your heart.
Don’t be surprised,
Or too elated;
In an instant I shall vanish without trace.
We meet on the sea of dark night,
You on your way, I on mine.
Remember if you will,
Or, better still, forget
The light exchanged in this encounter.
Below – “Golden”; “how does it feel like?”; “tin can telephone”; “stripes”; “painting red dots”; “Bridge.”
by Sharon Olds
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber – servants, half-
Listening for the bell.
Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
In the Dead Letter Office
And sometimes, like tonight, by some black
Second sight I can feel just one of them
Standing on the edge of a cliff by the sea
In the dark, stretching its arms out
Desperately to me.
Below – Dan Leasure: “Moonlight Decision”