I’ve been pulling my hair out over more ambitious projects, so it is a comfort to be able to turn to my little dog and add to my collection of Pug Paintings.
Here is a poem by Sara Teasdale:
Those Who Love
Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.