Emile Albert Gruppe, "Bathers," c.1925
Summer has thawed your quaint anxieties
Puritanical shyness melts quickly
Ancient are some carnal realities
Touched by water and light, who is sickly?
Serene and safe are these lovely bathers
Oblivious to the painter’s keen eye
No lusty voyeur, beauty he gathers
The better to time and decay defy
The sources of these sweet simulacra
Swam warm and naked through a bygone time
Paint and brushes have power macabre
Making you ageless, like meter and rhyme
Lifted out of the temporal river
Centuries hence will see your pale shiver
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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