Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Heredity

Pierre Auguste Renoir (1841-1919), Two Sisters on the Terrace, 1881

I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.

The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance -- that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die

Poem by Thomas Hardy

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How did Renoir get to know you and Ana?