Poem: Madonna Mia
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe,
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.
—Oscar Wilde
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So peaceful and calm!! Pleasantly humble and graceful!! Almost looks like an inlay work of art on wood. Loved the Japanese Madonna!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great day!!
You've really been keeping up with "Virgin a Day!" This is my favorite so far, though. I love the elegant simplicity of this painting, and of course the faces. Always, the faces are the most important part for me... and such lovely verses to go with it.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Tried to e-mail you and got a failed delivery notification. I've been a bit remiss with blogging this week (trying to catch up on the things I don't get done when I'm feeling unwell.) Thanks for stopping by to check on me!