Vincent in his chamber untying the leather laces of his shirt

LOVE ...

BECAUSE OF IT

Vincent in his chamber untying the leather laces of his shirt

LOVE … because of it

The new series – Love … Because of It – will illustrate Vincent and Catherine’s more intimate time together, measured in a romantic (gauzy but not overly graphic) way, accompanied by a favored poem. 

(These will be private moments, so scroll on with that awareness!)

The new series – Love, Because of It – will illustrate Vincent and Catherine’s more intimate time together, measured in a romantic (gauzy but not overly graphic) way, accompanied by a favored poem.

 

(These will be private moments, so scroll on with that awareness!)

Tie Your Heart at Night to Mine

by Pablo Neruda

 

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Catherine and Vincent in a lovers embrace in a bathing chamber. Behind them, the waterfall, the bathing pool. Vincent is on his knees, Catherine pulled close.

Assurance

by Emma Lazarus

 

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed
Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,
The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze
Mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went,
As sporting with our passion. Low and deep
Spake in mine ear her voice: “And didst thou dream,
This could be buried? This could be sleep?
And love be thrall to death! Nay, whatso seem,
Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is!”
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.

Catherine and Vincent in a lovers embrace in a bathing chamber. Behind them, the waterfall, the bathing pool. Vincent is on his knees, Catherine pulled close.

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