The Lovers’ Chronicle 20 September – promise – all that is left – art by Théodore Chassériau – verse by Stevie Smith

Dear Zazie,  Here is yesterday’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  What is all that is left that matters to you?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

much too far out
most of the time
but found my way back
through volumes of verse
there is purpose here
but more i believe,
in sharin’
the convoluted path
had to be, or it never
would have happened
and it was well worth
the price of admission
to get to you, to now

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mactagbeautyinthebathyes, agree
much too far out
most of the time

past the point of wishin’
no purpose there
what was done was
and what was not
was not

but really
could not think
about doin’ it
another way

the beauty and sorrow
encountered
were well worth
the price of admission

and had not
the convoluted
path been taken
it never woulda
brought me
here

and i promise
i am fine

for here
is where i belong
if not with you

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mactagmujeresin the last of twilight,
by the light of the moon,
tremblin’, i follow her
into the dark corners
whither she gives me
what she will

a sad feelin’ prevails
the melancholy inseparable
from all things about to end
without possibility of return

this splendid summer
also draws to a close

i feel more gloomy
each time another
fades away,
and flies to rejoin
the others already gone,
where all things past
lie buried

“Listen, come back
tomorrow at first light,
to bid one final goodbye;
you will find me still here.”
and i promise
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All That Is Left

To kiss her or not to kiss her
That was the question that governed
The days and shadows of the night
Kissin’ her would have changed it all

There would have been no turnin’ back
Never was a kiss more wanted
Never was a kiss more needed
Never was a kiss more deserved

Well, deserve is hard to figure
At last, a price had to be paid
For past lies told and the sold soul

For all of the lines that were blurred

For all of the lives tossed aside
There just would not have been a way
To protect her from the demons
Created by the choices made

Sure had this comin’ a long time
You know what is said ’bout payback
This is not about gettin’ mad
This is ’bout love gettin’ even

So I pay the price ever’ day
Serve my penance in solitude
Reapin’ and pickin’ what I sowed
For what is owed and what was done

All that is left, all I can do
Seekin’ solace in these letters

I write for you, and search my thoughts
For what is left of could have been

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The Song of the Day is “All That’s Left” by Wade Bowen.  We do not own the rights to this song.  All rights reserved by the rightful owner.  No copyright infringement intended.

Chasseriau-RedingoteToday is the birthday of Théodore Chassériau (El Limón, Samaná, in the Spanish colony of Santo Domingo (now the Dominican Republic) September 20, 1819 – October 8, 1856 Paris); Romantic painter noted for his portraits, historical and religious paintings, allegorical murals, and Orientalist images inspired by his travels to Algeria. Early in his career he painted in a Neoclassical style close to that of his teacher Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, but in his later works he was strongly influenced by the Romantic style of Eugène Delacroix. He was a prolific draftsman, and made a suite of prints to illustrate Shakespeare’s Othello. The portrait he painted at the age of 15 of Prosper Marilhat, makes Théodore Chassériau the youngest painter exhibited at the Louvre museum.

His work had a significant impact on the style of Puvis de Chavannes and Gustave Moreau, and—through those artists’ influence—reverberations in the work of Paul Gauguin and Henri Matisse.  There is in Paris a Society for the painter: Association des Amis de Théodore Chassériau.

Works of Chassériau are in the Musée du Louvre where a room is dedicated to him, in the Musée d’Orsay, and in the Musée de Versailles. Collections in the United States holding works by Théodore Chassériau include the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, the Fogg Art Museum of Harvard University, the National Gallery of Art of Washington, D.C., the Detroit Institute of Arts, the Museum of the Art Rhode Island School of Design, The J. Paul Getty Museum and the Art Institute of Chicago.

Gallery

Les Deux sœurs (1843, Paris, musée du Louvre

Les Deux sœurs (1843, Paris, musée du Louvre

Esther se parant pour être présentée au roi Ahasuerus, dit La Toilette d'Esther (1841)

Esther se parant pour être présentée au roi Ahasuerus, dit La Toilette d’Esther (1841)

Andromède attachée au rocher par les Néréides » (1840)

Andromède attachée au rocher par les Néréides » (1840)

Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith.jpg

in July 1966, by Jorge (‘J.S.’) Lewinski

And today is the birthday of Stevie Smith (Florence Margaret Smith; Kingston upon Hull; 20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 Ashburton, Devon); poet and novelist.

Verse 

Not Waving but Drowning (1957)

  • Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
    (Still the dead one lay moaning)
    I was much too far out all my life
    And not waving but drowning.

    • “Not Waving But Drowning”

Selected Poems (1962)

  • I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant,
    Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting
    To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting
    With various mixtures of human character which goes best,
    All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us.
    There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do
    Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

    • “Thoughts about the Person from Porlock (continued)”
  • No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost,
    And no woman either, but heard her at most,
    Sighing and tapping and sighing again,
    You have weaned me too soon, you must nurse me again.

    • “The Wanderer”
  • The boat that took my love away
    He sent again to me
    To tell me that he would not sleep
    Alone beneath the sea.

    • “The Boat”
  • The flower and fruit of love are mine
    The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole

    • “The Boat”
  • Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy?
    She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

    • “My Muse”

The Best Beast (1966)

  • So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die,
    Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough,
    And Virtue also says:
    We are not yet friends enough.

    • “Exeat”

 

It was a house of female habitation,
Two ladies fair inhabited the house,
And they were brave. For although Fear knocked loud
Upon the door, and said he must come in,
They did not let him in

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One Comment on "The Lovers’ Chronicle 20 September – promise – all that is left – art by Théodore Chassériau – verse by Stevie Smith"

  1. Jacqueline Barbour
    20/09/2016 at 5:02 pm Permalink

    Thought provoking Mac….gorgeous as always

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