Monday, April 30, 2007


W. B. Yeats, 1908
Alvin Langdon Coburn


The Folly of Being Comforted


One that is ever kind said yesterday:
'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seem impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.'

Heart cries, 'No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.'

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.

W. B. Yeats

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


Little Girl Wearing A Straw Hat


Self-portrait, 1902
Gwen John


Gwen John as the Muse for Rodin's plaster model of the Whistler Monument, c. 1906


Sunday, April 22, 2007


Minuet, 1910
Frank Eugene

Friday, April 20, 2007

Fragment

Are you shaken, are you stirred
By a whisper of love?
Spell-bound to a word
Does Time cease to move,
Till her calm grey eye
Expands to a sky
And the clouds of her hair
Like storms go by?

Robert Graves

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


Mirror, 2005


Two Umbrellas
Keith Carter

Wednesday, April 4, 2007


Three Studies of a Woman and a Study of Her Hand Holding a Fan, c.1717
Antoine Watteau

Tuesday, April 3, 2007


Mandarin Ducks (postcard)
Saito Shoshu, b. 1870