Camille Claudel was the first genius sculptress,
Berthe Morisot was that for the painting art,
at a time when only male artists were known.
Berthe and Camillie were not only famous
but also brilliant in their subjects.
Rodin, many years older, was very jealous
and did everything he could to make the council's assignments fail.
I could write many volumes about it,
but the fact is that Rodin was terribly jealous of her government commissions.
Camille lived in a time far beyond her means.
Her own brother Paul was terribly jealous that his older sister enjoyed such fame, as well as Rodin.
None of these men recognized her brilliance.
That was a terrible time for Camille.
She was declared crazy by her brother
because he no longer wanted to take care of her.
He was a diplomat and had to think about his own future.
That's how Camillie lived in that asylum for years.
She was declared cured, but her sister and mother had passed away a long time, so she remained in that asylum until her death.
From her letters, one can read that she was not insane,
just because her brother did not want to take responsibility.
A female sculptor who lived before her time: Camille Claudel. She died at the age of 79 years.
Greatest luck we can read about her now.
Thank you so much dear Anil Sir! So happy with your great support!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For some strange reason, this heart-wrenching poem reminds me of Allen Ginsberg, his relationship with his institutionalized mother, and the subsequent body of poetic works that followed. Both your poem and the aforementioned remembrance are heart-breaking, yet... cathartic.
Thank you so much for your great support, dear Richard. Thank you whatever you told me, indeed, cathartic