Something different today.
In 2009, I posted a poem about William ‘Arthur’ Atkins,
a painter-poet from Liverpool who migrated to California in the late 1890s only
to die there while still a young man; his work remains a testament not only to the human spirit but that posthumous consciousness that  - knowingly or unknowingly, ouches us all from generation to generation.
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I have been fascinated by and interested in Arthur’s
story for some years now since being introduced to it by a friend, Steven, who
lives in California. Steven has some of Arthur’s paintings (he, too is a talented
painter) and other related items. Very knowledgeable about the Atkins family
history, he recently sent me these photos and a poem by Arthur that I thought
viewers might enjoy.  
It would appear that, according to family lore, Arthur's
love was Virginie de Fremery:
Arthur wrote this poem that was published in The Lark, February 1896:
TO
VIRGINIA
SPRING
and the daffodil again!
            I heard the lark at dawn, 
A
liquid cadence through the rain
            Across my lawn.
The
wet, red roses all around
            Stir in the breeze.
The
first white trillium breaks the ground
            Under the canyon trees.
I
bring the wild white flower of Spring,
            Above all others thine--
At
he whom with the gift I bring,
            Thy Valentine!
[Note:  For
the sake of historical accuracy, it should be pointed out that the word ‘canyon’
in the poem is actually spelt ‘canon’ in the original with a tilde over the
first ‘n’.]
NB If you 
have any information about Arthur, my friend Steven in
California has asked me to say that you are very welcome to get in touch.
Contact: muzys@aol.com 
 
Labels: art, Arthur Atkins (painter-poet), history, human nature, human spirit, Lark (journal), life forces, love, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, San Francisco, Virginie de Fremery