In the middle of all this glorious
weather I have to post about …. SUMMER. And because I liked doing the poem plus
painting thing last week, I’m going to do it all over again this week.
The poem is
The Summer Sun Shone Round Me
by
Robert Louis Stevenson
above; landsape at collioure
THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
above; le bonheur vivre
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
above; le bonheur vivre
The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.
above; les toils cullioure
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.
above; les toils cullioure
The deep grass moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
"The winter comes apace."
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
"The winter comes apace."
above; luxe calme et volupte
above; out of the window
The paintings are by Matisse;
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Matisse
Henri-Émile-Benoît Matisse; 31 December 1869 – 3 November 1954. A French artist, known for his use of colour and his fluid and original draughtsmanship. He was a draughtsman, printmaker, and sculptor, but is known primarily as a painter.
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