Edward Burne-Jones, Flying Figure (c. 1870)
Flying Figure, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
You’re there amongst the many clouds above,
Garments of white attended by the wind,
Journey set by a flock of turtledove,
Your hair following so undisciplined.
Fing’r pointing to you so others may see.
They looking to the sky and wonder why,
Why now you can only be seen by me.
My saneness must I quickly certify?
Kalos, so beautiful shall be your name.
You so plain I know to be an eido.
If penalty due, still I will acclaim,
For it is now the time for new credo.
What is flying away is liberty,
Without her what will be our destiny?
Kalos, eido and credo as used here are Greek words.
Vasily Polenov, Woman Walking on a Forest Trail (1883)
Woman Walking on a Forest Trail, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
With bible in hand I will make my stand,
Against those who question God’s love and might.
He who may cease a life at His command,
Or give us the peace of this wondrous site.
His temple is beyond a house of stone,
It is here where my mind can hear His word.
I feel his presence though he has no throne,
It is here where my hungry heart is stirred.
Listen to the music, the sounds of joy,
Neither drums and horns nor strings can be heard,
Is smallest of creatures He does employ.
Come stand with me, your mind will be altered.
Surely this can’t be of human design,
Or random event, this place is Divine!
Edward Brune-Jones, The Love Song (1878)
The Love Song, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
In the bower at twilight listening:
Listening to songs of your great beauty.
I close my eyes and do see you singing,
The music, don’t stop is my anxious plea.
Sing to me my beautiful nightingale,
Sing the words of our love that touch my heart,
Those which bring me to my knees ever frail.
Though we are apart your songs do impart.
Soon together again, to hear your voice,
My adoring eyes shall be opened wide,
Being rapturous that I was your choice,
And that forever you shall be my bride.
May we never again asunder be.
If to be, your love song will comfort me.
Eugen von Blaas, The Unseen Suitor (1898)
The Unseen Suitor, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Is it but love that is your guiding light,
Or another guise filled with mortal lies?
Are you one to steal away in the night,
If so, be assured I won’t be your prize.
Easy to take my rose, but not my heart,
For it is china easily broken.
Let it be accept’d from the very start,
No chance for you my giv’n heart to bludgeon.
Your willing smile I wish to be sincere
As my heart races when you are so near.
Your love my heart shall forever endear,
And finally bury this dreadful fear.
A love anew is extremely fragile,
Faithfulness, a sure way to make it jell.
Frank Dicksee, The Sensitive Plant (c. 1920)
Mimosa Pudica, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
I sneak into the garden to see you,
Choosing you because of your tenderness.
My advance you resist, why, not a clue,
It is for sure you can’t claim my remiss.
From you my inner strength I do maintain,
Without you I do not know where I’d be.
But your strange behavior you must explain,
Can it be a mere lack of trust in me?
When touched you quickly become a hedgehog.
Should I seek you when dark you are bedd’d down.
How can we continue, I am befog.
At this juncture all I can do is frown.
Oft for love many mountains must we climb,
Here for your love I shall give it much time.
Berthe Morisot, Young Girl with a Bird (1891)
Young Girl with a Bird, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Rainy clouds of yesterday now are gone,
And my dear feathered friend is here to play.
My sweet bird, what song will you sing today?
I know you have been waiting since the dawn,
As you, I’m eager for this liaison.
Happy am I that you have come my way.
This friendship never knowingly betray,
If so I would wish I was never born.
Song I am to sing is to celebrate,
An ev’r special bond in friendship anew.
Your kindness to me, a wonderful trait,
Being so small, it’s something I value.
Let it be known that you are worth the wait,
To friendship I shall be earnestly true.
Alfred Steven, Lady in Blue (1865)
The Lady is Blue, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Distraught as I sit before the mirror,
For it confirms what is already known.
Many thing are not now as they once were,
Memories are now what I mostly own.
Time once spent attending gala events,
Is now consumed by funerals and wakes.
Each letter received makes me ev’r so tense,
This letter today adds to heartaches.
Gone are the days of heated love affairs,
Wonderful nights of wine and merry song.
There must be time for a few more fanfares,
The events of life are not overlong.
Tonight like last night will be spent at ease,
Reliving my favorite memories.