This painting was inspired by Alexander Petofi's poem "End of September" and I painted it for an exhibition commemorating the Hungarian poet.
Contemporary abstract painting by Beata Bosze
Size: 50x70x2 cm, (28x20 inches, 0,75 inches deep)
Medium: Hand-painted with acrylic on Canvas
Frame: Ready to hang.
Signature: signed in the front and also signed Certificate of Authenticity
Finish: Gel medium and Cold Wax
Shipping: In cardboard, supported by bubble wrap
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Here's the poem:
End of September by Alexander Petofi
Below in the valley the flowers are resplendent,
Outside by the window the poplars still glow,
But see where the winter, already ascendant,
Has covered the far distant hilltops with snow.
My heart is still bathed in the fierce sun of passion,
All spring is in bloom there, by spring breezes tossed,
But look how my hair turns hoary and ashen,
Its raven black touched by the premature frost.
The petals are falling and life is declining.
Come sit in my lap, my beloved, my own!
You, with your head, in my bosom repining,
Tomorrow perhaps will you mourn me alone?
Tell me the truth: should I die, will your sorrow
Extend to the day when new lovers prepare
Your heart for forsaking, insisting you borrow
Their name, and abandon the one we now share?
If once you should cast off the black veil of mourning,
Let it stream like a flag from the cross where I lie,
And I will arise from the place of sojourning
To claim it and take it where life is put by,
Employing it there to dry traces of weeping
For a lover who could so lightly forget,
And bind up the wounds in the heart in your keeping
Which loved you before and will worship you yet.