Gustave Moreau, Pasipahe and the bull, 1880 ca I have never loved you so much, ma soeur As when I left you in that evening’s red. The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeur Over which the pale stars in the west always stood. I laughed not a little, not at all, ma soeur …
Bertolt Brecht – Non ti ho mai amata tanto, ma soeur / I have never loved you so much Read More »
Jean-Michel Basquiat, Profit, 1982 Truly I live in dark times! The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs has simply not yet heard the terrible news. What kind of times are these, when to talk about trees is almost a crime because it implies silence about so many horrors? …
Bertolt Brecht – A coloro che verranno / To Those Born Later Read More »
Piet Mondrian, The Flowering Apple Tree, 1912 Yes, I know: only the happy man is liked. His voice is good to hear. His face is handsome. The crippled tree in the yard shows that the soil is poor, yet the passers-by abuse it for being crippled and rightly so. The green boats and the dancing …
Bertolt Brecht – Tempi brutti per la poesia / Bad Time for Poetry Read More »
Francois Gerard, Daphnis and Chloe, c. 1824 In the dark pine-wood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow At noon of day. How sweet to lie there, Sweet to kiss, Where the great pine-forest Enaisled is! Nella buia pineta vorrei con te giacere, nella frescura dell’ombra densa a mezzogiorno. Là come è dolce distendersi, …
James Joyce – Nella buia pineta / In the dark pine-wood Read More »
Ernst Klimt, Francesca Da Rimini And Paolo Malatesta, c.1890 Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played And one in fear was standing nigh – For Love at first is all afraid. We were grave lovers. Love is past That had his sweet hours many a one; Welcome to …
Rupert Bunny, Pastoral, 1893 Winds of May, that dance on the sea, dancing a ring-around in glee from furrow to furrow, while overhead the foam flies up to be garlanded, in silvery arches spanning the air, saw you my true love anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away! Brezze di maggio, danzanti sul mare!Via che …
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