Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.
Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
waitin’
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so many roads
walked alone
but now,
order another
french 77 and see
if i can even come close
no doubt, a connection
that speaks of a time
and place i had long
given up for dead
bring it back,
bring it back
do you know
what this means
to me
i think of you
and nothin’ beyond
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incapable of stayin’ in one place
prone to tenderness
but not a fan of,
which is to say
scared shitless,
of intimacy
a drink in hand
devoted to the moments,
recalled and placed at the altar
this is the vision, from where i wait
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awake somewhere
around three-thirty
was it a spirit,
likely not
they no longer
speak to me
as they once did
was it the moonbeam
movin’ across my bed
was it you
most likely
i arrange
my many pillows
and wait
then from afar, the music
a strange medley,
slow and mournful
beginnin’ with two or three
high notes, and descendin’
at each couplet
descendin’, almost
imperceptible
into solemnity
a smothered
enchantin’
sound
then it diminishes,
and dies away
into silence
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Be silent; Drawn through prairies by desire
Naked body shiverin’, wave on wave
Slowly, turnin’ dreamy eyes toward you
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| Manuel Maria Barbosa l’Hedois du Bocage | |
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Today is the birthday of Manuel Maria Barbosa du Bocage (Setubal, Portugal; 15 September 1765 – 21 December 1805 Lisbon); Neoclassic poet, writing at the beginning of his career under the pen name Elmano Sadino.
Verse
A self-portrait in verse…
Magro, de olhos azuis, carão moreno,
Nariz alto no meio, e não pequeno;
- Incapaz de assistir num só terreno,
- Mais propenso ao furor do que à ternura;
- Bebendo em níveas mãos, por taça escura,
- De zelos infernais letal veneno;
- Devoto incensador de mil deidades
- (Digo, de moças mil) num só memento,
- E somente no altar amando os frades,
- Eis Bocage, em quem luz algum talento;
- Saíram dele mesmo estas verdades,
- Num dia em que se achou mais pachorrento.
Translated from Portuguese:
Thin, blue eyes, tanned face,
His fair share of feet, middlin’ height,
Sad of face, the same of figure,
High nose in the middle, and not small;
- Incapable of stayin’ in just one place,
- More prone to furor than to tenderness;
- Drinkin’ in his pale hands, out of a dark cup,
- From hellish zeal lethal poison;
- Devote incense burner to a thousand deities
- (I mean, a thousand girls) in a single moment,
- Lovin’ the friars only at the altar,
- This is Bocage, in whom some talent shines;
- From himself these truths have come,
- On a day that he felt more dull.
O vento não se mexe, nem respira ;
Deixam de namorar-se os passarinhos,
Para me ouvir chorar ao som da lira.
– Soneto XXIX in “Rimas”. Tomo II
And today 15 september 1868, Arnhem. Gestorven: 17 juli 1954, Amsterdam
Mac Tag
On this day in 1840 composer Robert Schumann married German pianist Clara Wieck. In the year 1840, the immensely talented Clara was eagerly awaitin’ the eve of her 21st birthday, when she would be free to legally marry the 30-year old Schumann. The couple had hoped to wed years earlier, but the match was bitterly opposed by Clara’s father. Clara and Robert kept in touch by letters, which were sometimes intercepted by Papa Wieck. Schumann, for his part, buried himself in his music, composin’ furiously until Clara would come of age.
And on this day in 1846, Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning eloped. They had been courtin’ in secret for a year and a half, through the mail, unbeknownst to her father. It had begun when Browning wrote Barrett a gushin’ fan letter, sayin’, “I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett … and I love you too.” She wrote a long letter in return, thankin’ him and askin’ him for ways she might improve her writin’. Barrett was an invalid, and was reliant on morphine, and it was some months before Browning convinced her to meet face to face. Barrett’s father did not like Browning, and viewed him as a fortune hunter.
And today is the birthday of Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania; September 10, 1886 – September 27, 1961); poet, novelist, and memoirist known for her association with the early 20th century avant-garde Imagist group of poets such as Ezra Pound and Richard Aldington. She published under the pen name of H.D.
Today is the birthday of Grandma Moses (born Anna Mary Robertson Moses on September 7, 1860 in Grennwich, New York – December 13, 1961 Hoosick Falls, New York); folk artist. She began painting in earnest at the age of 78 and is a prominent example of a newly successful art career at an advanced age. Her works have been shown and sold worldwide, including in museums, and have been merchandised such as on greeting cards. Sugaring Off was sold for US$1.2 million in 2006.
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