Alluring Song

"...The pupils of her eyes were deep and liquid; her cheeks
showed a flush of red. Her lips were soft—like a beast's—large,
sensuous and rosy. She walked slowly, moving her long straight legs
evenly, and slightly swaying from her hips….

...She joined the maidens on the river slope.

They were singing their mysterious, alluring and illusive songs...."

-Boris Pilniak, A Year of Their Lives

Cry Me a River

A Hardened Case

"...A hardened case, accustomed to long trysts, to anxiety, and fog, and cold, if only his mistress came at last. Foolish lover! Fogs last until the spring; there is also snow and rain, no comfort anywhere; gnawing fear if you bring her out, gnawing fear if you bid her stay at home!..."

-John Galsworthy, Forsyte Saga

Birch in White Satin

 

Just released this limited edition giclee of a painting I did two or three years ago.  Below, the 1967 classic, Nights in White Satin, by the Moody Blues...

You'll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At he end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.

-Rodgers & Hammerstein

Everlasting Youth

"...He was not born for age'. Ah no,
For everlasting youth is his!
Part of the lyric of the earth
With spring and leaf and blade he is...."
-Bliss Carman, A Seamark, 1895

Spirit Moved

"...  What, though we never silence broke,
  Our eyes a sweeter language spoke;
  The tongue in flattering falsehood deals,
  And tells a tale it never feels:
  Deceit, the guilty lips impart,
  And hush the mandates of the heart;
  But soul's interpreters, the eyes,
  Spurn such restraint, and scorn disguise.
  As thus our glances oft convers'd,
  And all our bosoms felt rehears'd,
  No spirit, from within, reprov'd us,
  Say rather, "'twas the spirit mov'd us."..."

-George Gordon, Lord Byron, To a Beautiful Quaker