Reading, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Impatiently waiting, waiting for you,
Attempting to divert my mind I read,
Love poems which was not good choice to do.
Heart is so excited, my love do speed.
The summer dance in the past I recall,
Eager, nervous for our first rendezvous.
We laughed so loud when you using my shawl,
Twirled me a round and pulled me close to you,
My heart racing ev’r so fast, not the dance.
Music played on yet we standing embraced.
Suddenly realiz’d this was romance.
Quickly toward each other our lips raced.
You need not hurry any more my dear,
Yet memories of you to bring me cheer.
This painting is done by Berthe Morisot first shown 1874. She was one of the first Impressionists, and the first woman. In the painting Reading Morisot desires to capture the freshness of the great outdoors. It was she who made this point so I pick up on it in this poem. As first the speaker is impatient that her lover is late. Then as time passes she starts to enjoy the solitude of the outdoors even though she is thinking of him.