The tender intimacy when love blossoms
like a tender bud and right from the stem
falls in the hands of a girl in love.
The solitude shared with a trustful friend,
the fellowship of holding secrets,
the adoration for the stirring of life,
and the anxiety.
The counting and the tearing of petals with the incantation
softly uttered, "He loves me; he loves me not",
wavering between a doubt and the uncertainty you cannot voice
between the existence and evaporation
of that mysterious seed of life which the world calls love.
The first reckoning brought closer like the surging waves,
watched over by the invisible forces of the seasons,
the tides, the rains, the dry summers and mellow autumns.
Many long years hence, the two girls will recall
those moments of a shared life,
coloured now with the grey dots of life's lessons,
and prayers for the well-being of those around.
Erik Henningsen (Danish painter) 1855 - 1930
Han elsker mig, han elsker mig ej (He loves me, he loves me not), 1916
oil on canvas
53 x 72 cm. (20.8 x 28.3 in.)
signed Erik Henningsen 1916
private collection
© photo Bruun Rasmussen
Erik Henningsen was born in Copenhagen to Frants Ludvig Henningsen (1820–1869), a grocer, and Hilda Charlotte Christine née Schou (1824–1880). He showed an early artistic talent and was articled to decorative painter A. Hellesen. He also took drawing lessons privately with C. V. Nielsen and was admitted to the Royal Danish Academy of Fine Arts in 1873. He graduated in 1877 and won several awards and distinctions, including the Academy’s Annual Medal in 1887 and 1890, the Ancher Prize in 1889, and in 1892 a travel scholarship of DKK 100.
Henningsen became part of the group Bogstaveligheden, a forum for the Realists’ humanitarian ideals about creating a better society through illumination and debate.
In his paintings from the 1880s and 1890s, Henningsen was preoccupied with the rights and living conditions of groups such as the unemployed, women, workers, children and the elderly.
All reactions:
1Françoise DhulesiaFrançoise DhulesiaFresh, candid, gentle, delicate, naive, subtle, hopeful and positive! A story whispered, an ode to trust, a friendship as a backbone, the story of a life well lived, and a universal message for all to feel.
Such is the power of love...that Sushama exalts and celebrates in the most human of its aspects. Nature is never far in Sushama's imagery, visual, sensual, secret, a springboard to touch the soul deeply.
And as often in Sushama's poems, the last line(s) add (s) a profound dimension to the text. I have loved that wisdom-in-grey, this delicate hint to older age ending the poem with the almost divine maturity of grace.
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