{"id":70861,"date":"2020-06-27T20:21:58","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:21:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70861"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:21:58","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:21:58","slug":"yes-please-letter-to-berthe-morisot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/yes-please-letter-to-berthe-morisot\/","title":{"rendered":"YES, PLEASE  (letter to Berthe Morisot)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-70974\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-garden-at-bougival-1884.jpgLarge-300x238.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"238\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-garden-at-bougival-1884.jpgLarge-300x238.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/the-garden-at-bougival-1884.jpgLarge.jpg 750w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>\u00a0 The Garden at Bougival (Berthe Morison, 1884)<\/p>\n<p><strong>YES, PLEASE \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Dear Berthe,<\/p>\n<p>Many thanks for the invitation. Yes, I&#8217;d love to visit you in Bougival. \u00a0Not so much because I want to see your house, though I expect it&#8217;s splendid! I can&#8217;t imagine an artist obsessed with light and the ecstasy of color living anywhere dim and dull.\u00a0 No, I confess, I want to lounge in your vast gardens \u2013 \u00a0abundant, dappled blooms \u2013 roses, hydrangeas, hollyhocks. \u00a0To devour all their tones and shades.\u00a0 To see the Seine flow slowly and calmly, day by day.<\/p>\n<p>Want to kick off my shoes, like your daughter Julie, and wade in the thick lawn; to spend hours in that lush enclosure.\u00a0 Want to see where you thrived in the Seine&#8217;s river light.\u00a0 Enough to make the heart sing!<\/p>\n<p>Victorian by birth you may have been, but you weren&#8217;t invisibly demure like so many women. \u00a0For that I thank you. \u00a0Expect me shortly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Notes:<\/strong>\u00a0 Berthe Morisot\u00a0lived and worked in Bougival, France, not far from Paris, at 4 rue de la Princesse where she rented a house and spent every summer between 1881 and 1884, making at least 40 paintings &#8212; The Fable (1883), The Quay at Bougival (1883), On the Veranda (1884), Garden at Bougival (1884), Eug\u00e8ne Manet and his daughter in the garden (1883),\u00a0 Roses tr\u00e9mi\u00e8res (Hollyhocks) (1884), \u00a0and more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 The Garden at Bougival (Berthe Morison, 1884) YES, PLEASE \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dear Berthe, Many thanks for the invitation. Yes, I&#8217;d love to visit you in Bougival. \u00a0Not so much because I want to see your house, though I expect it&#8217;s splendid! I can&#8217;t imagine an&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":768,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70861","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70861","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/768"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70861"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70861\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70989,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70861\/revisions\/70989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70861"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70861"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70861"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}