William Blake, The bathers, 1785 All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of mesprang from your delusion that it was wantonnessof spirit and contempt of your soul’s rightswhich made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you.You really grew to hate me for love of me,because I was your soul’s happiness,formed and temperedto solve your life for …
Solomon Joseph Solomon, The Judgement of Paris, 1891 Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass, The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls, But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous In the blest Nirvana of eternal light! Go to the good heart that is my husband, Who broods …
Franz Rösel von Rosenhof, Wolf and Fox, 1666 I was not beloved of the villagers, But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed against me With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing Nor secret griefs nor grudges. That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised, Who hid the wolf under his …
Carlos Schwabe, Death of the Grave Digger, 1895 Many times man lives and dies Between his two eternities, That of race and that of soul, And ancient Ireland knew it all. Whether man dies in his bed Or the rifle knocks him dead,A brief parting from those dear Is the worst man has to fear. Though grave-diggers’ toil is long, Sharp their spades, …
Louis-Jean Lagrenée, Psyche surprises the sleeping Cupid, 1769 Speech after long silence; it is right,all other lovers being estranged or dead,unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,the curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,that we descant and yet again descantupon the supreme theme of Art and Song:bodily decrepitude is wisdom; youngwe loved each other and were ignorant. Parole …
William Butler Yeats – Dopo un lungo silenzio / After long silence Read More »
Franz von Stuck, Bathsheba, 1912 I made my song a coat covered with embroideries out of old mythologies from heel to throat; but the fools caught it, wore it in the world’s eyes as though they’d wrought it. Song, let them take itfor there’s more enterprise in walking naked. Feci al mio canto una vestecoperta di ricamitratti da miti antichi,dai talloni alla gola.Ma …
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