Tuesday, December 08, 2015

the beauty of vanishing

Self-portrait with a Scarf - Zinaida Serebriakova


Before the Storm - Valentina Serebriakova



the beauty of vanishing

Some say there is a perfume named azure,
and impute to it lavender or frangipani notes;
but, for me, azure plucks at the strings of a harp,
dispersing blue morpho clouds of melody.


Spruce - Zinaida Serebriakova


In the garden of the stars her roses bloom,
their fractal filaments attract the bright bees;
the deeper I sink into the earth, the more I hear
their hum in the silence, and taste their honey.



Evening - Isaac Levitan



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

sigh. and sigh again.

Iulia Flame said...

thank you

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