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Lovelocks

Lady Lilith. Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

 

Lovelocks

Walter de la Mare

 

I watched the Lady Caroline

Bind up her beauteous hair.

Her face was rosy in the glass,

And, ‘twixt the coils, her hands would pass,

White in the candleshine.

 

Her bottles on the table lay,

Stoppered, yet sweet of violet;

Her image in the mirror stooped

To view those locks as lightly looped

As cherry boughs in May.

 

The snowy night lay dim without,

I heard the Waits their sweet song sing;

The window smouldered keen with frost;

Yet still she twisted, sleeked and tossed

Her beauteous hair about.

Requirement

The Veteran in a New Field. Winslow Homer. 1865.

 

Requirement

John Greenleaf Whittier

 

We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave

Of text and legend. Reason’s voice and God’s,

Nature’s and Duty’s, never are at odds.

What asks our Father of His children, save

Justice and mercy and humility,

A reasonable service of good deeds,

Pure living, tenderness to human needs,

Reverence and trust, and prayer for light to see

The Master’s footprints in our daily ways?

No knotted scourge nor sacrificial knife,

But the calm beauty of an ordered life

Whose very breathing is unworded praise!—

A life that stands as all true lives have stood,

Firm-rooted in the faith that God is Good.

“The Woman Clothed with the Sun”

Woman Clothed with the Sun. Rachael Olek.

 

Revelations 12

Apostle John

 

And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars: And she being with child cried, travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered.

And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven and did cast them to the earth: and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born.

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.

And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven.

And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.

And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused the, before our God day and night.

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth he hath but a short time.

And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child. And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.

And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood. And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth.

And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ.

Inspiration

Woman Ironing (Silhouette). Edgar Degas. 1873.

 

Inspiration

Samantha Little, 2013

 

I woke alive and happy.

I don’t recall why, or whether there had ever been a reason,

But the fresh expectancy persisted

Through a breakfast of dry toast and weak tea,

And a drab heap of ironing.

 

I hummed a waltz as I dragged

The spluttering iron over wrinkled cloth,

And I watched the avocado leaves

Scatter the sunshine on the bare wall.

I collect coins for a Renoir print,

But now I rejoice in the unfettered adornment

Of light and shadow, shadow and light,

Dancing on my wall.

 

“I woke up very happy this morning. I don’t remember why or whether I ever knew, but the attitude of fresh expectancy persisted, sustained, perhaps, by Amy Lowell’s poetry. I have been transcribing my favorites from Pictures of the Floating World[...] Will this serenity, I wonder, conquer the heap of ironing and buttons to be sewn?… It did; it rested on all my day like a benediction.”—from a journal entry dated August 9, 2011

Gubbinal

Sunset. Felix Vallotton. 1918.

 

Gubbinal

Wallace Stevens, 1923

 

That strange flower, the sun,

Is just what you say.

Have it your way.

 

The world is ugly,

And the people are sad.

 

That tuft of jungle feathers,

That animal eye,

Is just what you say.

 

That savage of fire,

That seed,

Have it your way.

 

The world is ugly,

And the people are sad.

 

The word gubbinal is a derivative of a slang word meaning dullard.  The speaker in this poem fools the fool, mocking the person who cannot see the beauty of the sun and the life upon which it shines.

To an Isle in the Water

The Proposal. William Adolphe Bouguereau. 1872.

 

To an Isle in the Water

William Butler Yeats, 1889

 

Shy one, shy one,

Shy one of my heart,

She moves in the firelight

Pensively apart.

 

She carries in the dishes,

And lays them in a row.

To an isle in the water

With her would I go.

 

She carries in the candles,

And lights the curtained room,

Shy in the doorway

And shy in the gloom;

 

Any shy as a rabbit,

Helpful and shy.

To an isle in the water

With her would I fly.

To the Moon

The Edge of a Heath by Moonlight. John Constable. 1810.

 

To the Moon

Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

Art thou pale for weariness

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth,—

And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?

Minnie and Winnie

The Calmady Children. Sir Thomas Lawrence. 1823.

 

Minnie and Winnie

Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

Minnie and Winnie

Slept in a shell.

Sleep, little ladies!

And they slept well.

 

Pink was the shell within,

Silver without;

Sounds of the great sea

Wander’d about.

 

Sleep, little ladies!

Wake not soon!

Echo on echo

Dies to the moon.

 

Two bright stars

Peep’d into the shell.

“What are you dreaming of?

Who can tell?”

 

Started a green linnet

Out of the croft;

Wake, little ladies,

The sun is aloft!