Sunrise.

The ocean is a series of contented sighs
On it a red horizon lies
The birds are chirping expectantly
The world is growing lighter
And the birds quieter
Out of the sea came a
A ball of flame
It has burst into light
The world is bright
The bird-claque is hushed
Worms are being crushed.

Edited
(Same)

Written
Mr. East, N.J.
June 1925

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The Flutterby

I saw a flutterby die...
It was an Easter Sunday morning
in my white and gold bed-room
overlooking the Tuilleries gardens...
It must have been hidden away
in a bunch of lilies
out of which it limply fluttered
to the high sunny balcony window
and then swooned...
I tried to revive it
I sent Jeanne for the honey jar
I sent Jeanne for the sugar bowl
but the flutterby crawled
over my sky-blue satin couvre-lit
spread its yellow wings
and did an unbeautiful act
...It died...

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The Doves

The sun is setting
And the moon is rising
In the opalescent sky
Two birds are fluttering
In ever widening circles
Up high.

The white dove
And the purple one
Rested on the red brick church
Then soaring into
The moon region
There seemed to end their search.

For I saw them drop
Into a geladen green tree top.

THE FLUTTERBY

......

I saw a flutterby die...
it was an Easter Sunday morning
in my white and gold bed-room
overlooking the Tuilleries gardens...
it must have been hidden away
in a bunch of lillies
out of which it limply fluttered
to the high sunny balcony window
and then swooned....
I tried to revive it..
I sent Jeanne for the honey jar
I sent Jeanne for the sugar bowl
but the flutterby crawled
over my sky blue satin couvre-lit
spread it's yellow wings
and did an unbeautiful act
.... it died ....

June 30, 1925

The Doves.

The sun is setting
And the moon is rising
In the opalescent sky,
Two birds are fluttering
In ever widening circles
Way up high.

The white dove
And the purple one
Flew onto the Catholic church
Then soaring into
The moon region
There seemed to end their search.

For I saw them drop
Into a Celadon green tree top.

Used MS

The Unloved Painting.

I was pure white
You made a painted show-thing of me
You called me the real-thing
Your creation
No setting was too good for me
Silver - even gold
I needed gorgeous surroundings
You then sold me to another man +

6.11
May '49

The Thermos Bottle

The Death Explosion

It was pink in the days
when I painted the picnic
under the willows
in Bedford Hills
Later I gold-leafed it
to match my bedroom
in the Alwyn Court
in town
It had a long life
fifteen years
Until

last night
in the sweltering heat
our German Marie
stuffed it full of ice
and brought it to me
a poor shattered thing
With a righteous look
on her stubborn face
she with finality said
"I'd have exploded"

7

Chaud-Froid

You are hot

You are cold

Your black beauty spots

Enhance your creamy whiteness

You are delicious

You are a dream

You are full of softness

Full of delicacies

Marvellously blended

I gloat over your perfections

And voluptuously destroy you -

You wonderful hot-cold thing

TO P.

Paul you are my Valentine
You have a passion for me
Because you ignored me
For six long months
You look haggard
Your eye is wild
You are emaciated
You pine for me
My memory gives you no peace
Night and day you think of me
You are consumed with longing
For me
La Cuisine frangaise

6

In the Mus-e-um

The Directors drink Rum

For Art is dumb

In the Mus-e-um

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+

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To a Gentleman Friend

You fooled me you little floating worm
For I looked for the wings
With which you seemed to fly,
And make you different
From other worms...
And then I discovered the slender thread
That fastened you safely to a solid tree
I touched the thread
With my finger tip
And you wiggled
I snatched the thread and you fell to earth
And you squirmed
And wormed
And only wiggled...

A Golden God

I adore men sunkissed and golden
Like gold gods
Like Pharoah amber-anointed
Thus I mused aloud
Lying on a lace-cushioned-couch
On my veranda overhaging Lake Placid

My August-guest
Heard me and smiled
And rose lazily from the turkey-red

Cushions

He became a golden speck

Paddling into the blazing sun
Hours later he came back

Looking self-conscious and parboiled

Oh horrors

I hate Beethoven

And I was brought up

To revere him

Adore him

Oh horrors

I hate Beethoven

I am hearing the Fifth Symphony

Led by Stokowsky

It's being done heroically

Cheerfully pompous

Insistently infallible

It says assertively

Ja - Ja - Ja

And now

Jawohl - Jawohl

Pianissimo

Pflicht - Pflicht

And firmly tender

Jawohl

So-So-So-So

Herrliche Pflicht

Jaso-Jaso

Deutsche Pflicht

Gut -Gut

Ja-Ja-Ja-Ja-!"

And heads nod

And heads nod

In the German way

In the German way

Piously ecstatic

Devoutly affirmative

Oh horrors

Oh horrors

I hate Beethoven.

Narcissus

You play in my garden
You are very young
You are beautiful
You see in the red rambler arches
Frames for your posturing
In the fullROWN peony borders
Boundaries for your dance
In the smooth lawn
A carpet for your summersaults
In the clear pool
Yourself reflected
In my eyes
Your selfworshipped self idolized

LOVE POEM

I invited you much
often
all the time
YOU only came sometimes
YOU fatuously smiled
and said

"Propinquity is necessary to Love
you think" 2

I demurely said
"Perhaps"

YOU never suspected
I only loved you
when absent.

4

A GOLDEN GOD

......

Like gold gods

Like Pharoah amber-anointed

Thus I mused aloud

On my veranda overhanging Lake Placid

My August guest

Heard me and smiled

Cushions. . . .

June, May
79

X

He became a golden speck

Paddling into the blazing sun

Hours later he came back...

...

NARCISSUS

...

You play in my garden
You are very young
You are beautiful...
You see in the red rambler arches
Frames for your graceful posturing
In the fullblown peony borders
Boundaries for your dance...
In the smooth lawn
A carpet for your summersaults...
In the clear pool
Yourself reflected...
In my eyes
Your selfworshipped self idolized...

Iue-Mss
May-49

DUCHE

A silver-tinny thin spiral
Revolving from cool twilight
To as far as pink dawn
A steely negation of lightning
That strikes

A solid lamb-wool mountain
Reared into the hot night
And ended the spinning spiral's
Love flight -

J.S.

He came to my studio

He had begged

"It's years since I've been

I'm crazy to see your paintings

I love to chat with you

I adore having tea with you."

He bores me

I let him come

I gave him tea

I did not chat

He did some chatting

Then suddenly I heard

"You have a superiority complex"

And I never knew it -

So it was funny after all.

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Florine Stettheimer to Carl Van Vechten (à propos The Tattooed Countess)

July 27, 1924

Carl

Carlo

Carl Van Vechten

There is Peter

There is Harold

There is Gareth

There'll be others

Well---

There is Carl

Carlo

Carl Van Vechten

Many thanks

Florine

July 27, 1924

(written in old-fashioned script)

For August 15th 1924

Hearts

Her sleeves

A Heart

Her bodice

Another Heart

Tapers to Her feet

Quel choix

Quelle Joie

Elle pour Toi

Quoi?

Félicitations et bonne chance!

Florine

Originals of above in the New York Public Library

3.

And things I loved -

Mother in a low-cut dress

her neck like alabaster

alaced up bodice of Veronese green

a skirt all puffs of deeper shades

with flounces of point lace

Shawls of Blonde and Chantilly

Fichues of Honeton and Point d'Esprit

A silk jewel box painted with morning glories

filled with ropes of Roman pearls

Mother playing the Beautiful Blue Danube

with children dancing to her tunes

Embroidered dresses of white Marseilles

Adored sash of pale watered silk

Ribbons with gay Roman stripes

A carpet strewn with flower bouquets

Sevres vases and gilt console tables

Mother reading us fairy tales

When sick in bed with childhood ills

All loved and unforgettable thrills

4.

Schooldays in a pretty town
Where lived a King and Queen
And Papagino and Oberon
Goetz and Lohengrin
There was a military band
To which we "Little Ones" paraded
With Maggie every day at noon
And a cakestore which we raided
Every day at four
And life was full of parties
In woods where wildflowers grew
In parks where Greek Gods postured
In our parlor of tufted Nattier blue.

First Plastic Art - Herr Gott

Sh-Sh- shushed Maggie
Sprinkling Holy water in my face
On entering the little chapel
From the sunny village street

In the light of the tall window
An enormous statue stood
A man in a purple gown
With a high golden crown

He had very pink cheeks
And a long white beard
And his hand was raised in blessing

Maggie knelt and pulled me down
Crossing herself she loudly whispered
"That is the Lord God
With the golden crown"

Art student days in New York
Streets of stoop-houses all alike
People dressed sedately
Bright colours considered loud
Jewels shoddy
I affected Empire gowns
Had an afternoon at home
Attended balls and parties
At Sherrys and Delmonicos
Sat through operas and the
Philharmonic
I had a friend who looked Byronic
With whom I discussed books
Emerson and Ruskin Mills and Henry James
When we felt mild
When we felt ironic
It was Whistler and Wilde

10.

11

Must one have models
must one have models forever
nude ones
draped ones
costumed ones

|| "The blue hat"
|:---
| the yellow shawl
| the patent leather slippers |

Possibly men painters really
need them - they created them

Then back to New York

And skytowers had begun to grow

And front stoop houses started to go

And life became quite different

And it was as if someone had planted seeds

And people sprouted like common weeds

And seemed unaware of accepted things

And did all sorts of unheard-of things

And out of it grew an amusing thing

Which I think is America having its fling

And what I should like is to paint this thing.

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