Olive Grove Gaucin Painting

Painting in the cool shade of an Olive grove
always brings to mind the symbol of the Olive
and its place in the poetry of men.

Olive tree poetry

Ode to the Olive Tree -
Pablo Neruda

Near the murmuring
In the grain fields, of the waves Of wind in the oat-stalks
The olive tree
With its silver-covered mass
Severe in its lines
In its twisted
Heart in the earth:
The graceful Olives
Polished
By the hands
Which made
The dove
And the oceanic
Snail: Green, Inumerable,
Immaculate Nipples Of nature
And there In The dry Olive Groves
Where Alone The blue sky with cicadas
And the hard earth Exist
There The prodigy
The perfect
Capsules Of the olives
Filling
With their constellations, the foliage
Then later, The bowls,
The miracle, The olive oil. I love
The homelands of olive oil