Love This Picture!

Well, despite my continued computer problem, I can still share something new! I found this old photo online, and fell in love with the dresses! How great are they? Which one is your favorite? (You should be able to click on the image to enlarge.)

Oh, and I almost forgot! I've been tagged for The Name Game! Agh! I'll work on that tonight - promise!

Romantics

Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann

by Lisel Mueller

The modern biographers worry

"how far it went", their tender friendship.

They wonder just what it means

when he writes he thinks of her constantly,

his guardian angel, beloved friend.

The modern biographers ask

the rude, irrelevant question

of our age, as if the event

of two bodies meshing together

establishes the degree of love,

forgetting how softly Eros walked

in the nineteenth century, how a hand

held overlong or a gaze anchored

in someone's eyes could unseat a heart,

and nuances of address not known

in our engalitarian language

could make the redolent air

tremble and shimmer with the heat

of possibility. Each time I hear

the Intermezzi, sad

and lavish in their tenderness,

I imagine the two of them

sitting in a garden

among late-blooming roses

and dark cascades of leaves,

letting the landscape speak for them,

leaving us nothing to overhear.