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| Norman Blamey My Wife and Son 1959 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| William Roberts Trooping the Colour 1958-59 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
LAVENDER
I planned to have a border of lavender
but planted the bank too of lavender
and now all of my crazy garden
is grown in lavender
it smells so sharp, heady and musky of
lavender, and the hue of only
lavender is all my garden up
into the gray rocks.
When forth I go from here the love I heedlessly
give, mostly in vain for I am stupid
and miss the moment, it has blest me silly
when forth I go
and when, sitting as gray as these gray rocks
among the lavender, I breathe the lavender's
tireless squandering, I liken it
to my silly loving,
I liken my silly indefatigable
loving to the lavender which has grown over
all my garden banks, and borders, up
into the gray rocks.
– Paul Goodman (1959)
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| Margaret Mellis Blue Anemone 1957 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| Peter Blake On the Balcony 1955-57 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Carel Weight Portrait of Miss Orovida Pissarro 1956 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| William Scott Winter Still Life 1956 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Adrian Stokes Piazza Sant' Eustachio, Rome 1955 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
WELLFLEET HARBOR
Visibly here the tide
creeps onto shore, almost
which particular lapping
wavelet is the utmost,
straightway the sea recedes.
The sun in my burning-glass
has moved a millimeter
off-center. Mars is rising
a little further west.
On on the summer
is hurrying away.
Next Thursday is my birthday.
I have already reached
a still point where I stand
hearing my heart pumping
my interior river round,
my friends drifting away,
the shoreline drifting away,
like a ship standing (as we say)
out to sea to sea.
Venus is not so high
when first at dusk she shines
descending with the sun
into the jaws of night.
All days are different days
monotonously flickering
past and faster by,
but there is one single night
and she is called the Night
starlit or dark the Night
my black brain, I have wrapped
myself around me like a coat
or I'd vanish shrieking in the night.
– Paul Goodman (1955)
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| Francis Bacon Study for Portrait II (after the Life Mask of William Blake) 1955 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Ruskin Spear Haute Couture 1954 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| Jack Smith Mother Bathing Child 1953 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| Roy de Maistre Interior with Lamp 1953 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| William Coldstream Seated Nude 1952-53 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Michael Andrews A Man Who Suddenly Fell Over 1952 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
from EVENING (AFTER RAMEAU AND CEZANNE)
Jolly hunters with their careless arrows
aim at the geese and bring down nought, or sparrows;
they are a menace in the rushes, oh
they are care-free and they come and go.
Around the fire the shepherds have murderous eyes.
No one is safe because no one is wise.
– Paul Goodman (1951)
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| Robert Medley Rhododendrons 1950 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
Poems from the archives of Poetry (Chicago)