Monthly Archives: September 2017

Jewels on the Hutchinson River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Johnson David-Scene on the Hutchinson River 1876

Jewels on the Hutchinson River, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Waters so still reflects what life to be.
Neither harsh nor soft but ever changing.
Come sit with me each day and thou shall see,
Experience beauty, lives exchanging.

Here today the water is filled with gold.
Soon it will give way to a silent gray,
Thin arms shaking if of the very old
Stay longer and watch a skating ballet.

The earliest spring mists will thwart our view,
Now water salted with rubies and more,
As trees prepare for a different hue.
We now see emeralds from shore to shore.

Look you can see the jewels everywhere
But not of the kind you are apt to wear.
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Here I have given the poem a different name from the painting, changing only the first word.  The Scene on the Hutchinson River was painted in 1876 by David Johnson.  He was a member of the Hudson River School and he was best known for the development of Luminism which is an American landscape painting style of the 1850s to the  1870s, characterized by effects of light in landscapes. Luminist landscapes focus on tranquility, and frequently display calm, reflective water and a soft, hazy sky.  For my poem I have focused on the reflective water.

If you were to ask many people living in the North East why they live there a common answer to be that they like the change of seasons.  The speaker in the poem is one of them.

 

 

 

 

 

Lost in Her Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Amerling-Lost in Deams

Lost in Her Dreams, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Does thou see what does not belong to thee?
Does thy heart flutter as a butterfly?
Does thy soul think of the future to be?
Does thou surely feel that thy love be nigh?

Gentle woman being so young so pure,
Have a tight hold on the reins of thy heart.
Protect it from thy bewildering lure,
Dissuade the rake who is soon to depart.

Thou youthful in spirit should bade thy time.
Love, the song bird will in time fill the air.
Thou to be placed in a soft bed of thyme,
Two hearts joined as one in a life to share.

The path of love is never to be known,
It is fickle with a mind of its own.
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Friedrich von Amerling painted Lost in Her Dreams in 1835.  According to one source “Amerling’s genre paintings are seldom of large-scale scenes, and they usually refrain from any sort of moralization. In this example, too, the mood is set by nothing more than facial expression and gesture, supported by a few props. The veil of black lace frames the girl’s fine features and puts her in just the right light.”

My point here is not to debate whether or not Amerling was moralizing in this work of art.  He definitely had a story to tell.  The head covering and the book could place her in a church.  Has she been distracted from her devotional prayers?  Something has caught her eye.  I sense that it is a deep distraction.  She is not angered nor pleased.

There is something in the shading of the brow that give me the feeling of tenseness but the eyes show nothing but attentiveness.  Notice the placement of the book she holds.  It is not the normal position one would hold a book if reading.  I can image the book slipping downward as she is pulled deeper into her thoughts of what the eyes see.

The right hands supports my feeling that what she sees in not uncomfortable to her.  She is not exasperated because of the lightness of her touch.  If the palm were placed flat against her chest I would think other wised because of crossed messages.  To me this is one beautiful painting with much feeling.

 

 

 

 

The Kiss (Lovers), a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Klimt-The Kiss

The Kiss (Lovers), Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
It is fall, the golden time, when thy shall
Leave my gardens as Persephone will.
Worthless to lock thee with horses in corral.
Then go. Leave me without love, without thrill.

Wait, delay, the ground remains soft and warm.
Lie with me on the meadow’s new mown hay.
Come close, let me prop thy head with my arm,
So you hear every word of love I say.

These two moist lips are ripe as thy body.
Pressing my body against thine. Hearts are
Racing. From our love will soon embody,
Thy equal of beauty under our star.

Winter will soon come and the fields shall sleep,
While patiently I wait our love to reap.
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The Kiss (Lovers) was painted by the Austrian Symbolist painter Gustav Klimt in 1908.  This painting was the pinnacle of what is referred to as his “Golden Period,” when he painted several works in this gilded style.

While searching for paintings that would inspire me to write I did a search “The Kiss.”  One such work I posted yesterday.  Of course another one is what you see today, but there are many more.  The message is the kiss is an important part of human life.  And of course the kiss is an important prelude to sexual intercourse.  The tongue being part of the erogenous zone of the mouth also has a significant role in sexual behavior.

To me kissing is interesting as well as exciting when I am the recipient.  On that note I may just spend some time and do a third The Kiss.

 

 

 

 

The Kiss (le baiser), a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-gericault-le-baiser-1822

The Kiss, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tween thee and me, no words need to be said.
Beating hearts, the only sound to be heard.
Thy wispiest of smiles moves me to bed.
Perfumed air holds scent of love undeterred.

Inflamed am I touching thy golden hair,
Gently with finger tracing thy mint lips.
Leaning into thee I drink of thy air.
Thy peerless beauty begs euphoric trips.

Eros has made my heart a slave to thee,
It is thee shall I forever adore.
In your tend’r arms sheltered I am to be,
Touch of thy flesh desired does my blood soar.

Every time our lips do quietly meet,
I sip of love’s fountain ever so sweet.
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Jean-Louis-André-Théodore Géricault was a painter who had significant influence on the development of Romantic art in France.  Many of his drawings are more powerful in meaning than his paintings.  This is a point to why I took one of his drawings as a subject for a poem.  The Kiss (le baiser) has so much energy in it.  Why it got my attention is probably because of my love for Antonio Canova’s Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss.

z-Canova-Psyche Revived by Cupids Kiss

 

Waiting, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tissot-Waiting

Waiting, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The waters are still, here I sit waiting;
Waiting to hear what will your answer be.
No more will I wait anticipating,
That in your life there will be only me,

Tis true I am moved by your tender touch,
I feel alive by your smile sent my way.
My heart says it is yours I wish to clutch,
However from my desire I will not sway.

It is my desire to be man and wife.
No more lonely nights in my bed alone.
The home together made shall be so rife,
From your many seeds which will have been sown.

Let it be known I make it very clear,
That we shall be married within a year.
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Waiting painted by James (Jacques) Joseph Tissot was sold by Christie’s for $965,500 GBP, but no where can I find the year it was painted. The important point is that the expression on the woman’s face is what really got my attention.  Such determination.  For sure whatever was in her mind she was intent of achieving her goal.  That look was enough for me to write this poem.