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The swan composed of snow floats in shadow, (Juan Gris)
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Heather wrote: "Wow, I’ve never heard of any of these guesses!"Geoffrey wrote: "maximus parishimus?"
Well that last one is new for me too, Heather.
Unless, Geofrey, you mean the artist we had on 7 Apr 21, 2019 09:36AM?
Connie wrote: "George Barbier?"Also a good guess, but remember that I try to post artworks that are not really in the style of the main body of work of the artist we're looking for ;-)
That means no Art Deco...
Connie wrote: "I know who it is too. Since Chris found the artist first, I'll let him give the answer later."That's nice of you Connie, but if you knew it without searching or googling, then I think Chris won't mind if you give the answer...
I've still a couple more pics ready to post so... it's up to you ;-)
Geoffrey wrote: "Beardsley"Also a good guess Geoffrey, but Aubrey Beardsley was English and our artist is not...
But that’s only seeing the left 1/4 of the painting from my phone. I can never see the whole picture unless I’m on my PC. So maybe the painting is entirely different. I’ll have to look at it later.
Juan Gris is correct, Ruth! You 've got it.If I have a bit of time between breakfast and leaving for work I'll post the rest of the pics I selected...
Yes, that first pic surprised me too when I found it. The second with the three lamps was the first I had selected.



And the whole poem:The swan composed of snow floats in shadow,
amber beak translucent in the last light.
The white and innocent wings in the glow
of the short-lived dusk are rose-tipped and bright.
And then, on ripples of the clear blue lake,
when the crimson dawn is over and done,
the swan spreads his wings and lets his neck make
an arch, silver and burnished by the sun.
Grand, as he ruffles his silken feathers,
this bird from Olympus bearing love’s wound,
ravishing Leda in roiling waters,
thrusting at petals of her sex in bloom...
When at last her sobbing is heard no more,
the stripped, mastered beauty lets out a sigh.
From some tangled green rushes by the shore,
sparkle-eyed Pan watches and wonders why.
Ruben Dario
1892
Translators: Steven F.White & Greg Simon







amber beak translucent in the last light.
The white and innocent wings in the glow
of the short-lived dusk are rose-tipped and bright.