1879 - 1955
What a powerful statement of love and lust! Do you lust after your creative expression? Do you lust after the physical world? For some creativity is a form of sexual expression. Do you have love in your heart when you create? Do you make love to the infinite when you paint, or write, or dance? Are you inspired by the beauty surrounding you? Does your creativity give birth to your greatest desires? Are you passionate about the work you do? Do you dance with your muses and sing songs of love and lust?
Do you look at peaches with lust and love? Here is a poem by Wallace Stevens.
A Dish of Peaches in Russia
by Wallace Stevens
With my whole body I taste these peaches,
I touch them and smell them. Who speaks?
I absorb them as the Angevine
Absorbs Anjou. I see them as a lover sees,
As a young lover sees the first buds of spring
And as the black Spaniard plays his guitar.
Who speaks? But it must be that I,
That animal, that Russian, that exile, from whom
The bells of the chapel pullulate sounds at
Heart. The peaches are large and round,
Ah! and red; and they have peach fuzz, ah!
They are full of juice and the skin is soft.
They are full of the colors of my village
And of fair weather, summer, dew, peace.