Reading Woman by a Piano, Vihelm Hammershoi (1907)
Reading Woman by a Piano, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Love poems that I read instill me more.
Still waiting your special knock on my door.
Bearing the absence of one I adore.
O come, pluck the strings softly, I implore.
Do lovingly what you have done before,
With every note you’d play my heart did soar.
Come quickly, come quickly play an encore,
As I danced, your music was all I wore.
Your music more precious than any ore.
Come quick, so I may dance upon the floor,
A new step wish eagerly to explore,
Because my solemn heart great love will pour.
Not to be sad ’till you come, I’m foreswore,
For it’s you I shall love forevermore.
Franciszek Żmurko- In Rapture (c. 1900)
In Rapture, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Soon to be embraced by a darken night.
Feeling your heart beat as I hold you tight.
Eyes wide not wanting you out of my sight.
Is you that I love with all of my might!
The way you touch does really excite.
In my heart intense fire you do ignite.
You are my star glowing so bright.
Oh this feeling, to you I shall requite!
At this moment let our bodies unite.
This wonder, if it could last a fortnight,
But woefully life itself is finite.
So now with that regret we kiss goodnight!
Of this feeling of heavenly rapture
Together, shows that love is the answer.
Zima, Vojtěch Hynais (c. 1890)
Winter, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
I am Winter, of me you should not fear.
There is good reason that I am now here.
It best you listen with a quiet ear.
Is my desire to help avoid nadir.
It is now time to slow down your action.
What has passed surely cannot be undone.
The blame for your actions you cannot shun.
Prepare the way, new life must be begun.
Think very clearly, make not a mistake,
As previous year, there’ll be no retake.
Those bad habits, best for you to forsake,
A new sense of caring, you should awake.
I shall return, there be no denial.
On my next visit hope to see you smile.
Recumbent Figure of a Girl, Hans Peter Feddersen (1875)
Answers to Many Whys, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Here weeping upon this most hallowed ground,
Staring at the body nailed to the tree.
Searching for words, but making not a sound.
He did it to set my wicked soul free.
Horrible pain, as He is not yet dead.
Wearing a crown of thorns upon his head.
His simple garments on the ground are spread.
Many cast lots for them, while others fled.
Lifted His head to heavenly Father,
Slowly bloodied chin fell onto His chest,
Nev’r a single sound of willful anger.
Earth suddenly shook, He is now at rest.
Now three days I must wait for Him to rise,
Then He will give answers to many whys.
The Girl with Azalea, Vojtech Adalbert Hynais (1913)
New Love, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
A new found love should be put in a pot.
Tend to its every need right from the start.
It is fragile, best to forget it not.
Let that pot be made of your very heart.
Love between the two be equally true,
Then it shall in no time fully blossom,
The graces of love to both will accrue.
Attend with great care shall never succumb.
Through the years there will be many a tear,
Will be real love that helps conquer fear,
And to make the sunny days reappear,
With the desire to remain ever near.
For heart to grow love is its basic food,
That tingle of long past was its prelude.
Country Courtship, Herbert Wilson Foster (1895)
Country Courtship, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Within your tender heart is there some doubt,
Of your love of me or my love of you?
A yearning love for you there is no drought,
The fire you lit runs in me through and through.
My hand I put forward asking for yours.
Your choice made be free as these great outdoors.
Knowing that you can open many doors,
Pray hands be joined under the sycamores.
Don’t know what to us the future may bring,
But each day my love of you shall I sing,
Every morning shall be another spring,
If you decide to wear my wedding ring.
In this life I have but one aching fear,
That your two hearts unable to be near.
In the Wild Night, Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (n.d.)
Escape, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Frozen white covers tasty green this day,
It is the time for me to break away.
Not be my choice to spend another day,
Preferring the greens when I’m out to play.
Never a fan of Currier and Ives,
Although they graced the homes of many lives.
From white nights I’m one of the fugitives,
Preferring to avoid the negatives.
Here oh so happy in the warmth of green,
Have liberally applied my sunscreen.
Hate to speak using words so mean,
But tonight shall dine in outdoor cuisine.
Deck your every hall with boughs of holly,
Here I’ll be walking sands oh so jolly.