This Date in Art History: Died 29 March 1891 – Georges Seurat, a French painter.
Below – “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”; “The Circus”; “Bathers at Asnieres”; “Gray weather, Grande Jatte”; “A View of Fort Samson”; “Models.”
“I So Liked Spring”
by Charlotte Mew
I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.
This year’s a different thing,-
I’ll not think of you.
But I’ll like the Spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.
Below – “Tree in Snow”; “A view of Ozalj”; “Flowers”; “Lopoci II”; “Still Life”; “Self Portrait.”
by John Clare
I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long,
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger face
Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace
The being of thy name.
And all the charms of face or voice
Which I in others see
Are but the recollected choice
Of what I felt for thee.
Below – Vincent van Gogh: “Portrait of Dr. Gachet”
Below – “Kiss”; “Candy”; “Green asia”; “Diamonds.”
A Poem for Today
“With a Coat”
by Dante Di Stefano
I was cold and leaned against the big oak tree
as if it were my mother wearing a rough apron
of bark, her upraised arms warning of danger.
Through those boughs and leaves I saw
dark patches of sky. I thought a brooding
witch waited to catch me up from under
branches and take me, careening on her broom,
to her home in the jaundiced moon.
I looked to the roof of mom and dad’s house
and wondered if the paisley couch patterns
would change during the day. My brother peeked
from a window and waved. When the bus came,
I pawed away from the trunk, fumbled,
and took my first step toward not returning.
Below – “Fox”; “Morn”; “White light”; “Emerald berry”; “Expression”; “Rizada.”
A Poem for Today
“You are Tired (I Think)”
by E.E. Cummings
You are tired,
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.