The Arts, the Senses, and the Imagination
by Robert Millar on September 23rd, 2014

Each year when Fall comes around , I am reminded that it’s  not just me who savors the season. At one time I thought my acute appreciation of Autumn was probably somewhat unique, as likely as not a natural occurrence related to the fact that my birthday is on the cusp of the season, and then I began noticing an ever-increasing avalanche of blog posts remarking on this time of year by people apparently no less appreciative of it than I. So much for uniqueness. Nevertheless, I can’t resist a post of my own for one of my favorite seasons.

Earlier in the life of this blog, I wrote at some length about Autumn, and one of the works presented here was included there but with more commentary. Rather than repeat myself here, I will simply supply a LINK to that previous post for anyone who may be interested.
For now I’d like to share the following two works. They’re so similar in affect that they might have been created by the same person. Each is illustrative of the other. Each powers straight through the senses and into our interior world of feelings, conveying volatile, barely-constrained passions.

Arthur Hacker- (1858-1919)
Oil on canvas - 1907

by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour!   That gaunt crag
To crush!   To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
         But never knew I this;   
         Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.


Posted in ART, GENERAL ARTS, POETRY AND LITERATURE, SEASONS    Tagged with arts, art, autumn, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Arthur Hacker, visual arts, poetry


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