Elena en la Playa, Biarritz, Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida (1906)
In my hand I hold a rose fully spent,
No more memories of its pleasant scent.
Each petal picked I toss into the sea,
But to have a wave return them to me.
They now cluster in the pure virgin sand,
Making me think of when our love began.
Many roses glowing in the sunshine.
You cut a soft one saying it was mine.
Its velvety feeling I held so close,
Reacting to one of Cupid’s arrows.
Giving thanks to you with a longing kiss,
Now all that I can do is reminisce.
There is a change in the cool autumn air,
The wind captures the petals as I stare.
Our summer love has now gone astray,
But for a while in my heart you will stay.
Crediton Hamlets: footpath through wheat field, Martin Bodman (2006)
The field now matured, with bright golden wheat.
All but a narrow path, of shoulders width,
Made by two lovers, to a glade of birch
Each day when the sun is no longer high
She now starts from the east, he from the west
Would come and these two vines would intertwine
Both are filled with tempestuous desire
A hunger their hearts yet to satiate
There is no want, the roaring fire to quelch
An island of refuge from any want
Here they feel so unadulterated
Ready to fulfill the other’s wishes
In their bed of myrtle they contemplate
The test of their love when the ground is white
Are their feelings but a mere summer love?