Tag: Edvard Munch

Summer Days, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer DaysSummer Night, Inger on the Beach, Edvard Munch (1889)

Summer Days

Like a fish caught in the harrowing net
Trashing and dashing, to no benefit
The more resisting, the weaker I get
Now where I must, unwillingly submit

Only if this path, I did not travel
A different ending, there’d sure to be
But now my life, begins to unravel
Never again, shall I ever be free

Would have been better, if we never met
Your soft warmth and kindness, I never felt
But am I, the true fool, to have regret
Allowing you, my heart to quickly melt

Such is the case, we go separate ways
In sorrow, I’ll recall our summer days

Evening Talk, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Eveni talk black and whiteEvening Talk, Edvard Munch (1889)

Evening Talk

Even in the daylight there is darkness
The heavy leaded shield that hides the heart
Not allowing in loving tenderness
Suffocating any flame that may start

A woeful choice to request such a life
Forever absent of a human touch
The ever presence of deafening strife
Keeping a distance, avoiding a clutch

But why should one accept such drudgery
To wait for the day you are in a grave
Being lonely for an eternity
If only with a loving heart you gave

Resisting all love will not set you free
Instead, makes you a slave to hollowness
Thinking you are taking life so bravely
Your thinking is filled with much foolishness

The Storm, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Storm MunchThe Storm, Edvard Munch (1893)

The Storm

Oh the howl of the whirly wicked wind
Tormenting the tree roots at every turn
The cruel objective to tear them out
Like the tree I refuse to yield an inch

To confront face to face the angry storm
For with it comes all evil that was born
Will not let it destroy what I believe
While many others willing to concede

It is glowing white I wear on this night
Not to be a symbol of surrender
But a target for all evil to see
To fight to the death so I may live free

Cupid and Psyche, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cupid and PsycheCupid and Psyche, Edvard Munch (1907)

Cupid and Psyche

Love, now be forewarned
My soul you shall not steal
Nor my mind to persuade

Love, you say to me
No desire to do harm
Though quiver full of charms

Love, you show to me
Bounty willing to pay
But to be only mine

Love, come no closer
I care not of your plea
Though I see that you bleed

Love, I plainly see
That in truth you have died
Wiping tears from my eyes

 

Young Girl on the Shore, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Young Girl on the Shore-grayYoung Girl on the Shore, Edvard Munch (1896)

Young Girl on the Shore

All living things from the water did come
Being nurtured by the warmth of our sun
So many things of beauty did blossom
Climaxing with a very special one

No greater beauty have I ever seen
With a beating heart of the purest gold
A gentle softness from her eyes of green
And arms with power to remove all cold

There’s no other with whom I’d rather be
To spend my remaining life at her side
Facing the challenges of life’s journey
For it is she who is the perfect guide

She easily provides gentle comfort
So able to quiet my frequent doubt
Lessening the pain whenever I’m hurt
The flame of my love will never go out

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The words of Edvard Munch

I GIVE HER THE LIGHT OF SUMMERNIGHT’S
SOFT BEAUTY – OVER HER I POUR
THE SPLENDOR OF THE VANISHING SUN –
OVER HER HAIR – OVER HER
FACE OVER HER WHITE DRESS –
SHINING GOLD –
I PLACE HER AGAINST THE BLUE
OF THE BOOMING SEA –
WITH THE SINUOUS
SNAKE LIKE CURVES OF THE SHORELINE

Source: Bente Touriusen, Words and Images of Edvard Munch, 1986:70-71

 

The Girl and the Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Girl and the Heart, Edvard Munch (1899)

The Girl and the Heart

I gave you my heart, knowing it meant death
Not of mortality, but of freedom
You had control over my every breath
Your new spring became my final autumn

The joys you lived became my misery
Cleverly you entered my every dream
Tormenting me with your boundless beauty
It awakens me from sleep by my scream

You’re in some distant place beyond my reach
Without ways my broken heart to reclaim
Even though constantly writing a speech
Constantly I am yelling out your name

Precocious lady you have won the game
For me, my life never to be the same

Blossom of Pain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Blossom of PainBlossom of Pain, Edvard Munch (1898)

Blossom of Pain

When I die
I continue to live

My painful body
Placed in the ground
To return to dust
Whence I came
I become food
The food for new life

Return to where I lay
Pick the blossom
Each blossom is penance
To rid me of my pain

Place it to your lips
I will kiss you