Il Bacio (The Kiss), Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Stillness reminds them of present danger,
Togeth’r brings these lovers imminent death.
She cannot speak his name in her chamber,
As someone listens to her every breath.
The place to rendezvous is cold and bleak,
Not a single word is between them said.
Just being together is what they seek,
Knowing full well it will cost him his head.
So gently do they each other embrace,
Listening keen need he make his retreat.
Softly his hand is placed upon her face,
And their awaiting lips do lastly meet.
Although lovers be joined but ever short,
Their hearts being together both exhort.
This fantastic painting was done by Francesco Hayez in 1859. It is an allegory. The couple represents the new unified Italy and France. The woman represents France, the reason for the blue dress. The shimmer of the cloth is absolutely amazing. If you look in the shadows on the left you can see a shadow of a person. The warning is to be ever vigilant as there would be those who did not want the new country to succeed. In my poem I attempt to keep with the intent of Hayez intact.
The Kite, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Happy day, got some paper, sticks and string.
Not looking for any special design.
When we are together I’d want to sing.
There would be no doubt that it would be mine.
First time together there was so much fun.
So majestic, what a beautiful kite.
Special paint made you glisten in the sun.
My heart was so moved to see you in flight.
Little by little the string did you tug.
Felt not a choice for fear of losing you.
Feed you more string with only a mere shrug.
Before I knew you were beyond my view.
We are tethered but no song do I sing,
Still not knowing what to do with the string.
Charles Henry Sims painted The Kite in 1904. When I first saw this painting I thought it was the work of Frank Weston Benson. Similar but the works of Benson I like have a much looser brush stroke. Below I offer Summer 1909 by Benson. It must have been the white dress that I focused on for I am crazy about white dresses in painting. It amazes me how the great artists can give such depth to objects in white.
I had wished that the woman had been flying the kite because I had thought about the poem before seeing the painting. Not sure what Sims was thinking about when he did this painting. He was a troubled man who ended up taking his own life. Maybe the kite was a symbol of his life getting away from him and he had no control over it. I take that thought and put in on safer grounds where two people are drifting apart.
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.