The girl with the pretty face is wearing a black dress out picking raindrops. The wind, lover of beauty, grabs her round the waist. Four riders pass by on Arabian ponies, with blue pants and green jackets and big, dark eyes . 'Come to Boston, sweetheart' The girl won't listen to them. Three young sailors pass, slender in the waist, smiling with jackets the color of night and pants of deep snowfalls. 'Come to New York City, sweetheart.' The girl won't listen to them. When the afternoon began turning ashen, with scattered hues of light, a young man strolled by, wearing roses and myrtle of the hillside chewing on basil leaves. 'Come home with me, sweetheart.' And the girl won't listen to him. The girl with the pretty face wearing a black dress keeps on picking raindrops with the cool arm of the wind wrapped around her waist.
Moon, moon Waxing and green"
Liberatore Suffoletta
I love her black dress, so I had to post the entirety of the poem I exerpted for FB.
Frankly, Maia, when I read the poem I immediately thought of your artwork, and what a wonderful illustration you could make from the images in the verse.
I used to love playing with paper dolls when I was little. It was so easy to make clothes for them myself. I believe it was one of my favourite pastimes.
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"Moon, moon
waxing and yellow.
The girl with the pretty face
is wearing a black dress
out picking raindrops.
The wind, lover of beauty,
grabs her round the waist.
Four riders pass by
on Arabian ponies,
with blue pants and green jackets
and big, dark eyes
.
'Come to Boston, sweetheart'
The girl won't listen to them.
Three young sailors pass,
slender in the waist, smiling
with jackets the color of night
and pants of deep snowfalls.
'Come to New York City, sweetheart.'
The girl won't listen to them.
When the afternoon began turning
ashen, with scattered hues of light,
a young man strolled by, wearing
roses and myrtle of the hillside
chewing on basil leaves.
'Come home with me, sweetheart.'
And the girl won't listen to him.
The girl with the pretty face
wearing a black dress
keeps on picking raindrops
with the cool arm of the wind
wrapped around her waist.
Moon, moon
Waxing and green"
Liberatore Suffoletta
I love her black dress, so I had to post the entirety of the poem I exerpted for FB.
Beautiful pictures! i like the contrast of the red&black... it creates an mysterious atmosphere
have a good week
I love the poem, John, it's perfect.
So beautiful, really!!!
The red and Q's black dress...She is becoming to be a big girl now. Look at her face and her gesture:)
Frankly, Maia, when I read the poem I immediately thought of your artwork, and what a wonderful illustration you could make from the images in the verse.
Q has such a special style, any outfit she wears, feels so Q and unique.I often what kind of stylish young lady she will look like once she grows up.
she is simply: divine.
Wow, I love how Q is aware of her dress flowing around her and she just spins and plays with it. Oh she looks so carefree!
I used to love playing with paper dolls when I was little. It was so easy to make clothes for them myself. I believe it was one of my favourite pastimes.
That dress is stunning. So dramatic and beautiful. Q completes the look with her inimitable persona.
she is so cute in her lovely black dress!
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