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


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