Sadness - Fantasy-Sonnet II.
Beside the woodland stream she lay so still,
with tears her downcast eyes, unseeing, fill,
yet neither sob nor sigh nor slightest sound of any cry
escaped her lips as drops began to spill.
I wondered if she wept from wounded pride
or maybe, for a loved one lately died.
The cause I could not guess for her forlorn unhappiness
nor any comfort offer if I tried.
She seemed so desolate, recumbent there
without a stitch, her graceful body bare,
I dared not to approach to offer solace or reproach
or interrupt her personal despair.
Methinks a woeful woman weeping, nude,
were better left alone in solitude.
Hugh Wyles, July 27th. 2008.
(Oil on canvas “Biblis” (1889) by William Adolphe Bouguereau)
Author notes
(The second of my four Bouguereau fantasy-sonnets.
Please refer to: http://allpoetry.com/poem/4495913 )
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Bougereau, a most gifted man,
seeing the beauty of the human body
posed in an artful position.
The writer, again, with warm
and sympathetic detachment.
As the writer muses as to the cause
of the woman's grief, I offer
the reason (truly Yemish in tone)
that the model was in dreadful pain
for holding that pose so long
for the painter of perfection.
A wonderful series, Hugh.
M-C
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Dear Hugh,
She does look very forlorn as though she has suffered a terrible tragedy. You described the painting perfectly, brought it to life and let my imagination run wild as to the cause of her pain. Once again your poem and the painting compliment each other. Bouguereau certainly had a wonderful talent for bringing his paintings alive, and the skin tones he created are magnificent.
Beautiful my dear friend.
Love Bea
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Same scene, different view. Almost like it's seen by another individual who comes to the same conclusion as the last. But here you add more reasoning for the reason to not interrupt her. Giving depth to the reasoning.
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