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T. S. Eliot – Whispers of Immortality/ Bisbigli d’immortalità

By booksofart / T. S. Eliot / animal, death

Sarah Stilwell Weber, Woman with Leopards, 1906 Webster was much possessed by deathAnd saw the skull beneath the skin;And breastless creatures under groundLeaned backward with a lipless grin.Daffodil bulbs instead of ballsStared from the sockets of the eyes!He knew that thought clings round dead limbsTightening its lusts and luxuries.Donne, I suppose, was such anotherWho found …

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T. S. Eliot – Death by water

By booksofart / T. S. Eliot / mythology, sea, sky, wind

Pieter Bruegel, Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, c.1558 Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the …

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T. S. Eliot – Gerontion

By booksofart / T. S. Eliot / animal, interior, melancholy

David Teniers the Younger, Monkeys in the kitchen, c.1650 “Thou hast nor youth nor age, but as it were an after-dinner sleep dreaming of both.” Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee …

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T. S. Eliot – from The Hollow Men

By booksofart / T. S. Eliot / death, desert, mythology

Francisco Goya, Saturn Devouring His Son, 1823 The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together …

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Nazim Hikmet – My rose/Mia rosa

By booksofart / Nazim Hikmet / Love poems

Tranquillo Cremona, The ivy, 1878- My rose, pupil of my eyes, I’m not afraid of dying – but dying annoys me – it’s a matter of self-love. Mia rosa, pupilla dei miei occhi, non ho paura di morire – ma morire mi secca, è una questione d’amor proprio. Go back to album – N. Hikmet

Nazim Hikmet – The visit / La visita

By booksofart / Nazim Hikmet / city, kiss, Love poems

Ambrogio Alciati, The kiss, 1916 Se per i buoni uffici del signor Nuri spedizioniere la mia città, la mia Istanbul mi mandasse un cassone di cipresso, un cassone di sposa se io l’aprissi facendo risuonare la serratura di metallo: dccinnn … due rotoli di tela finissima due paia di camicie dei fazzoletti bianchi ricamati d’argento …

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Month: May 2019

T. S. Eliot – Whispers of Immortality/ Bisbigli d’immortalità

T. S. Eliot – Death by water

T. S. Eliot – Gerontion

T. S. Eliot – from The Hollow Men

Nazim Hikmet – My rose/Mia rosa

Nazim Hikmet – The visit / La visita

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