La Galerie de Ken Wada 2

When You Are Old, 2016年6月
北軽井沢　作品 No.261
紙に水彩、グワッシュ、鉛筆
24.2×33.3cm

When You Are Old, June 2016
Kitakaruizawa No.261
Watercolor, gouache and pencil on paper
24.2×33.3cm

When You Are Old, juin 2016
Kitakaruizawa N°261
Aquarelle, gouache et crayon sur papier
24.2×33.3cm

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

“When You Are Old” was written by W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) in 1891.
It was first published in The Countess Kathleen and Various Legends
and Lyrics in 1892.

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 3, 2016年5月
北軽井沢　作品 No.257
紙に水彩、グワッシュ、鉛筆
26.0×36.0cm

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 3, May 2016
Kitakaruizawa No.257
Watercolor, gouache and pencil on paper
26.0×36.0cm

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 3, mai 2016
Kitakaruizawa N°257
Aquarelle, gouache et crayon sur papier
26.0×36.0cm

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.

by T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Prufrock and Other Observations (1917).

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 2, 2016年5月
北軽井沢　作品 No.256
紙に水彩、鉛筆、グワッシュ
24.2×33.3cm

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 2, May 2016
Kitakaruizawa No.256
Watercolor, pencil and gouache on paper
24.2×33.3cm

Rhapsody on a Windy Night 2, mai 2016
Kitakaruizawa N°256
Aquarelle, crayon et gouache sur papier
24.2×33.3cm

Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin.”

by T.S.Eliot(1888-1965).
Prufrock and Other Observations(1917).