Oil painting by Henri Matisse (1904). The painting's title comes from the poem:
"Invitation to the Voyage" written by Charles Baudelaire.
"My daughter, my sister,
Consider the vista
Of living out there, you and I,
To love at our leisure,
Then, ending our pleasure,
In climes you resemble to die.
There the suns, rainy-wet,
Through clouds rise and set
With the selfsame enchantment to charm me
That my senses receive
From your eyes, that deceive,
When they shine through your tears to disarm me.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure,
With all things in order and measure.
With old treasures furnished,
By centuries burnished,
To gleam in the shade of our chamber,
While the rarest of flowers
Vaguely mix through the hours
Their own with the perfume of amber:
Each sumptuous ceiling,
Each mirror revealing
The wealth of the East, will be hung
So the part and the whole
May speak to the soul
In its native, indigenous tongue.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure,
With all things in order and measure.
On the channels and streams
See each vessel that dreams
In its whimsical vagabond way,
Since its for your least whim
The oceans they swim
From the ends of the night and the day.
The sun, going down, With its glory will crown
Canals, fields, and cities entire,
While the whole earth is rolled
In the jacinth and gold
Of its warming and radiant fire.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure
With all things in order and measure".
Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
Cheerful oils and watercolors by Raoul Dufy
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