Renoir

Renoir

A Poem by Corset
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"Bather with long hair" a painting by Renoir

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The evening sipped 
Its golden bright,
as the sun spilled
its yellow stomach 
spoke in streams
of babbled havoc.
Slinging a silvery palm
along the slender hip
of wanton youth in
wishful grip.

O' to be young,
to be young
without the cares
of the infirm full,
of knar's and knot
like the desires of an
old oak tree.

To touch,
the velvet rose light
of the beauty
in her skin,
lovingly caressed 
of wistful eye
and 
age of bristle.

© 2016 Corset


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Beautiful homage and yet it also tells a number of different stories. Allowing the reader so many pathways.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

Ken, always a pleasure , thank you!
A strikingly lovely Renoir.
Profoundly perceptive and deeply enchanting tribute to that masterpiece.
Work to be admired, C!


Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much T.O. :)
A beautiful piece, both modern and classical, at the same time. One minor note -- its yellow stomach does not require an apostrophe.:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Corset

7 Years Ago

lol.... thanks you
Lyn Anderson

7 Years Ago

No problem. I like the way this piece straddles the modern and the historic. It gives it a special t.. read more
Corset

7 Years Ago

Thanks again K
This poem is so beautiful. You have transcended to a higher plane with this one. I love love love it. A perfectly crafted masterpiece. Wonderful, my friend. Simply wonderful.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Corset

8 Years Ago

That review brings me much joy, thank you my friend :)
It's erotic, in a way, yet simply beautiful. I can't really find my words to describe this piece. But all I can say: it's brilliantly done

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

That's perfectly said, thank you :)
Such a beautiful flow of thoughts... of desires... and how I love Renoir... how the colors endure for generations to feel the light...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

lovely comments Craig, thank you so much ;)
minor correction to get out the way first- since it is distracting, your "it's" should be "its"

There is a word I learned in a medievel lit class that I have been trying to find again. It smeaning translates roughly into, "something that we remember as being so fine and so pure, that we mourn its loss for the rest of our lives as an ache so keen we know in truth it never could have existed as we remember it." Do we hold on to the lost physical and energetic perfection of youth like that? I wonder. You could not pay me enough to relive my 20s, yet I so long for the curves without stretch marks and ability to run I used to have.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

All fixed I hope, thank you Marie for pointing that out for me! Hugs. Did you happen to glean that w.. read more
impressionist beauty and females sensuality...tame by todays standards but in the 1800's
scandalous..
I fear,
we've been jaded.
A wonderful representation...dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

How did I miss this? Thank you Dana, yes it's true, we are born naked unashamed.
oh, oh oh the beauty brings tears so glad i made it here today

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

thank you Em :)
These words of yours compliment this painting beautifully. They seem to dance across each verse elegantly, and almost sensually. (Like a brush stroke?) Even with the mass of the subject matter, the burden of lost youth there is still a perfect yearning, a desire. I like how the poet describes the beauty of skin in the first verse of the final stanza. "To touch the velvet rose light / in the beauty /of her skin".
Every now and then you come across the description of something that is hard to forget, sticks with you. That will stick with me...
Your piece caused me to pull out a coffee table art book I had lying around. In it this quote I think you might find apropos.

“When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.”
― Pierre-Auguste Renoir


great write. Corset.


Diego



Posted 9 Years Ago



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