This detail of the painting Primavera (Allegory of Spring) was done by Botticelli for Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de’ Medici, a cousin of Lorenzo the Magnificent some time around 1482.
The reason for the detail for, of course, the poem that I share with you today. Sandro Botticelli was in love with Simonetta Vespucci. It was obvious by his paintings. The likeness of her appears in so many of his paintings, especially when Botticelli painted Venus. In Primavera Venus appears. I need to give you some background on Simonetta.
Simonetta Vespucci (née Cattaneo) was born during 1453 and died on the 26th of April 1476. Primavera was painted six years after her death. Her beauty earned her the title La Bella Simonetta. By way of marriage she became an Italian noblewoman of Genoa as the wife of Marco Vespucci of Florence who was the cousin of Amerigo Vespucci. Moving to Florence with her husband she attracted much attention, especially that of Giuliano de Medici who wooed her and had her picture, painted by Botticelli, on his banner for a jousting match. Botticelli painted portraits of Giuliano and Simonetta but never the two together which would have been great for my purpose, but no such luck as the paparazzi did not exist in the 15th century even though the Camera Obscura was available. There is plenty of interesting happenings in the history on Simonetta, Botticelli, and the Medici family but for now I am happy to offer an image via a poem of a beautiful woman and a man who would have her even if her name is not Simonetta.
Never to Say Goodbye, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz They stood there motionless as the wet wind, Weaved a veil of her long gold flaxen hair, Each with a small smile as if they had sinned. She parted her hair to accept his stare. For him each second with her was treasured, As he paints her beauty to the canvas, Of his mind and in his heart so pleasured, Even knowing the existing crevasse. With weather so dark why do they linger? Do each have a secret wanting to share? Each measuring words to avoid danger? Suddenly, the gust broke the muted stare. Again she parted her hair to be met, With his kiss. Meeting not soon to forget.
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Read by Rob Sieczkiewicz