This is such a sweet, endearing post. I hope the romantics among us can also see love in the same way as the artists – both in the painting and prose. Enjoy and thank you, Sebnem Sanders!
“Dreaming of Pomegranates” (1912)_by Felice Casorati, Italy
She sleeps on the grass
with a pomegranate in her hand
Drifting into the world of altered consciousness
she dreams of other fruit,
apples, apricots, peaches, oranges and tangerines
cherries, berries, plums, grapes and melons
that give the world the name of the colours,
like the bed of wild flowers upon which she lies.
Her mind and body at peace,
nearly all her voluntary activities ceased.
A tranquil expression spreads upon her face,
she travels into another world
where the rules and dimensions are different.
Her eyelids flutter,
her lips curl into a smile,
she takes her lover’s hand
as they fly towards the green hills,
racing with the feathered clouds
and the birds in the sky.
Her reality becomes the dream,
unaware which dimension she belongs to.
When she wakes to the sounds of the birds,
her eyes drift to the bunches…
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