Edvard Munch, Ashes, 1894 What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross what thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee what thou lov’st well is thy true heritage whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were …
William Orpen, Self-Portrait, 1910 O strange face there in the glass! O ribald company, O saintly host, O sorrow-swept my fool, What answer? O ye myriad That strive? and play and pass, Jest, challenge, counterlie! I? I? I? And ye? O strano viso nello specchio! O ribaldo compagno, ospite sacro, o mio folle sconvolto dal …
Ezra Pound – Al suo viso nello specchio / On His Own Face In A Glass Read More »
Jean-Antoine Watteau, Gathering in the park, 1717 Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends, and we have friends and no butlers. Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried. Dawn enters with little feet like a …
Gustave Moreau, Galatea, 1880 Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not as transient things are- gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs and of grey waters. Let the gods speak softly of us in days hereafter. The shadowy flowers of Orcus remember Thee. Sii …
Arkady Rylov, In the blue expanse, 1918 I— even I— am he who knoweth the roads Thru the sky and the wind thereof is my body. I have beheld the Lady of Life. I, even I, that fly with the swallows. Green and grey is her raiment Trailing along the wind. I— even I— am …
Paul Baudry, The red rose, 1870 ca Thou keep’st thy rose-leaf till the rose-time will be over, think’st thou that Death will kiss thee? Think’st thou that the Dark House will find thee such a lover as I? Will the new roses miss thee? Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust ‘neath which the …
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