Innamorati, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Playing the role of your lov’r is with ease,
Acting not, my heart you quietly seize.
The touching of you does pleasantly please,
Tho quick to vacate your aim is to tease.
Playing a fool and being fool I am.
On stage our love to be a laughable sham,
Yet off stage readying wrists for a fleam.
Must quickly win your heart or I’ll be damn.
Our lives we live upon a little stage,
Meant to bring great laughter to any age.
At performance end we turn anoth’r page,
Can we make a life with no script offstage?
Final curtain falls and alone we are,
My flutt’ring heart announces you’re my star.
Innamorati Was painted by Carl Schweninger Jr. in 1885. He was an Austrian painter. Gli Innamorati is Italian: “The Lovers” were stock characters within the theater style known as Commedia dell’arte, which appeared in 16th century Italy. These characters were present within commedia plays for the sole purpose of being in love with one another, and moreover with themselves. Despite facing many obstacles in the play, the Lovers are always united by the end.
This painting story reminded me of opera Pagliacci which is a story within a story of actors. In the prologue the audience is reminded that actors are people and the have real lives like everyone else. On that point I focus to write this poem.
A Fisherman’s Daughter, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Is there another life besides the sea,
Where we forever toil from dawn to dusk?
Our fine garments of silk shall never be,
Special meals are served with pieces of rusk.
Monsters beyond the horizon do live,
Toying with imprisoned ships with each scend.
Water, the enemy holds all captive,
Giving to us only what it shall send.
Without these nets there’d be but little chance,
To survive in this vast watery scape.
As I mend the waves hold me in a trance,
Clutching me tight impeding my escape.
If to leave my heart would be deeply torn,
With no fam’ly caress I’d be forlorn.
A Fisherman’s Daughter was painted by Jules Breton in 1876. He was a 19th-century French Realist painter who was captured by the beauty of natural wonders. He also did significant works of every day life. In my poem I do not single out the life of a fisherman but life as a general statement and answer the question why should I day here?
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.
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, 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.
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), 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.
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, 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.
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.
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.
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.