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Dear Zazie,

Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.

Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

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no more to be found,
nor sound the echoin’
song since those days

the long denied
was within reach
yet proved to be
too far away

now turn to ashes all
that came before

for this
a fine and private place,
with none to embrace
but therein is a certain
safety and comfort

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might we yet
that would be nice

i would
and would you
for what awaits
what lies before us
what we never had

what we have dreamed
between then and now
between solitude
and half of a whole
between have
and have not
between without
and with

might we yet
there is still enough

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yes, had we
that would have been nice
but we had not
i s’pose the coyness
and the readin’
between the lines,
were not enough

i am sorry

i could not,
perhaps cannot,
give more than i gave
my imperfections,
my fear, my doubt
too much to overcome

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Today is the birthday of Andrew Marvell (Winestead, 31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678 London); metaphysical poet.  Here is my favorite Marvell poem:

To His Coy Mistress (1650-1652)

• Had we but world enough, and time,
  This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
  We would sit down and think which way
  To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

• I would
  Love you ten years before the Flood,
  And you should, if you please, refuse
  Till the conversion of the Jews.
  My vegetable love should grow
  Vaster than empires and more slow.

• An age at least to every part,
  And the last age should show your heart.

• But at my back I always hear
  Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
  And yonder all before us lie
  Deserts of vast eternity.

• Thy beauty shall no more be found;
  Nor, in thy marble vault shall sound
  My echoing song; then worms shall try
  That long preserved virginity,
  And your quaint honor turn to dust,
  And into ashes all my lust.
  The grave’s a fine and private place,
  But none, I think, do there embrace.

• Now therefore while the youthful hue
  Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
  And while thy willing soul transpires
  At every pore with instant fires,
  Now let us sport us while we may,
  And now, like amorous birds of prey,
  Rather at once our time devour
  Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

• Let us roll all our strength and all
  Our sweetness up into one ball,
  And tear our pleasures with rough strife
  Thorough the iron gates of life:
  Thus, though we cannot make our sun
  Stand still, yet we will make him run.

 

Today is the birthday of The Prince of Montparnasse, Jules Pascin (Vidin, March 31, 1885 – June 5, 1930 Montmartre); artist known for his paintings and drawings. He later became an American citizen. His most frequent subject was women, depicted in casual poses, usually nude or partly dressed.  Here are a few of my favorite Pascin paintings:

Pascin was educated in Vienna and Munich. He traveled for a time in the United States, spending most of his time in the South. He is best known as a Parisian painter, who associated with the artistic circles of Montparnasse, and was one of the emigres of the School of Paris. Having struggled with depression and alcoholism, he died by suicide at the age of 45.

Gallery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is the birthday of Octavio Paz (Octavio Paz Lozano, Mexico City 31 March 1914 – 19 April 1998 Mexico City), poet, writer, diplomat, and winner of the 1990 Nobel Prize in Literature, the first Mexican writer to become a Nobel Laureate.  Paz wrote:

Merece lo que sueñas.

(Deserve your dream.)

• • “Hacia el Poema (Puntos de Partida)” [Toward the Poem (Starting Points)] (1950)
• La poesía.
  Se desliza entre el sí y el no:
  dice
  lo que callo,
  calla
  lo que digo,
  sueña
  lo que olvido.
• Entre lo que veo y digo
  Entre lo que digo y callo,
  Entre lo que callo y sueño

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