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Because I'm happy this morning, for no particular reason.
And because, for no reason at all except random happiness, I remembered how much I love this poem. I'm pretty sure this is the painting Richard Wilbur had in his mind's eye when he wrote it: Jean-Frederic Bazille, "View of the Village," 1868.


A striped blouse in a clearing by Bazille
Is, you may say, a patroness of boughs
Too queenly kind toward nature to be kin.
But ceremony never did conceal,
Save to the silly eye, which all allows,
How much we are the woods we wander in.

Let her be some Sabrina fresh from stream,
Lucent as shallows slowed by wading sun,
Bedded on fern, the flowers’ cynosure:
Then nymph and wood must nod and strive to dream
That she is airy earth, the trees, undone,
Must ape her languor natural and pure.

Ho-hum. I am for wit and wakefulness,
And love this feigning lady by Bazille.
What's lightly hid is deepest understood,
And when with social smile and formal dress
She teaches leaves to curtsey and quadrille,
I think there are most tigers in the wood.

(first published in Poetry magazine, 1948)

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Pretty even on the surface and thought provoking at a deeper level. Love the painting too. Did you have a good birthday?

How lovely! An intriguing way of putting things . . . I'd never heard this one before, thank you! :)


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